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BY WINTHROP MACK WORTH PRAED.
" Stand on a funeral mound, ' ".
Far frem all that lore the; '
With a barrea heath around, r '
With a cypress bower above thee; .:
' Ad think while the sad winde frets,
And the night in cold gloom closet.
Of spring, and spring's tweet violets; .
'- Of tummir, and tuamer's roses. .
tjleep Where the thunders fly ' 7
Acrosttha tossing billow; L , . .
Yhr canopy the aky, ' - A. 7 -
And the lonely deck thy pillow; '
And dream while the chin sea foam
v' Is aaeckery dashes o'er tbee,
. Of the cheerful hearth and the quiet home, ''
; . And the kiss ef her that bore thee.
Watch i in the deepest cH c
' Of the foeman's dnngeu tower,
. Till bopet most cherished spell,- )
Bat lost its cheering power;
. And sing while the galling chain
On every stiff limb freezes,
'... Of the huntsman hurrying o'er the plain, '
' Of the breath of the morning breexea, , '
Talk of the minstrel's lute -'7 ;: '
The warrior's high endeavor.
When the honeyed lips aro mule," " '
' "" And'tlie strong arm crushed forever;
Look buck to the summers suri, -
From the mist of dark December;
: Then say to the broken hearted out,
" 'Tis'pleasaut to remember I" :' ,
BY WINTHROP MACK WORTH PRAED. Miscellaneous
LIGHT AND SHADE:
Contentment the Fruit of Resignation.
BY MRS. M. A. DENISON.
Caspar Fontaine, the ion of t naturalized
Frenchman, and a mechanic in one of the New
England cities, married, when he became of
age, a tweet young creature of eighteen sum
mers. They were both beautiful, in high
health, energetic and true hearted. .'A lovely
sight, inJeed ! a handsome couple, whispered
' one and another in 'the gaping crowd that, of
such ocennons, generally silt the house on
ceremony;, and (bey wet not meaningless re
marks. , ': ... y
Aa the two appeared st church, on the next
Sabbath; she wiib her kirtle of pure white,
'snd her tweet, innocent face just glimmering
through her snowy veil, and he wih his brown
heme-spun (which bis mother, good woman,
. fl made with her own hands) filling bis tall
and realty tegont figure; everyJigdy wished
them a long 'ife of happiness. . . 7
? Not one ol Caspar's rivals hsted him; none
of them but forg ve Lucia in bis heart for pre
ferring one obviously superior jn all respects,
Although each would have run a guantlel (so
they said at least,) for the prize of that fair
tiand, which, though the fingers were nci lier
hooped with jewels nor gold", was aa pretty a
hand as one wo Id Wish to see.
Both, then, "were h ppy, and, what i better
Loth were resolved, come what would, to keep
happy. To bv sure, each had faults of which
the other was aware lime and petty trials would
discover. " - i
" Here, then, wa the secret f their depen-
; Jence on hfippinessjfot all future time. At hey
had ealimaied.each other's faults and virtues,
and cooly concluded that neither was an an
gel; thai they were yet mortals, not even de
fined by the rhapsodies of love and prone con
aequemly, to all the liabilities of this mortal
late,0r .-'! .
So, when Caspar tltoked the rich golden
' hair of his young bride, and calmly blessed
" her as bis wife, she felt that ' name 10 be a ho
lier one than all the fancy titles which fau
monily in general married humanity, in par.
. ticular is. ptor.e to bestow on in objects of
Uection. Behold them then in a new settle
ment, where Caspar had determined to make
(1 is fortune. Their cottage was situated bock
' on a pleasant road, encircled toy graceful trees
'a very paradise around it for verdure, a very
' gem of neatness within; a very Eden where
the angels of love and harmony held its mates
in their holy keeping.; . ' , . ,. N .
Caspar prospered even more tban his heart
had desired, Hebegsa to inctesse in wealth;
his lands were fruitful be was honored with
titles; and lb, villagers doffed their bats as
they met him, and paid him that true homei:e
which the great by nature always command.
But it brought no change to him, save that, if
possible, ha was more devoted to his Creator,
. kinder, and yet more gentle to his family, as,
one by one new ties bound him to earth.
.'Caspar,' ta id his mother, whsn he left her
to tread any untried path, 'whatever you do,
whatever you become, bear lowly heart, my
son, for they in whose soul springs the Violet
humility are always blessed. Remember, Cas
per, these are ybur mother's parting words: be
lowly in spirit' " 1 a ,
And he wss a son woitby of such a parent.
A few years pagsedsnd two beautiful children
blessed bis lot making his h-me vocal with
their merry music. Lucia wss nearly idoli
sed by those who knew her well;-and even
those who could not aspire to her companion--hip,
felliher influence through the sphere she
threw around others. ' '
" Canpar'a wealth tapidty increased, and he
lived now in the 'squire's mansion, a large
nanasome uameu building, situated on a
beautiful knoll, and commanding a glorious
prospect of moiwtain.vale and river. Furnfsh
ed with ease and elegance it was a rare retreat
for choice spiiitsi for those whose souls were
kindled aUhe altar of geniua. Attached to
1his was fine conservaiery, filled with bril
liant plants and flowers, about whose mingled
(luessang me mocKingoira anu the goldeH
breasted canary;' and the wee humminrf-bird
flitted among the flowers, revelling i sweets
congregated irom the lour quarters of the
, Lucia moved among her servants their su
perior, yet equal if 1 may oe terms ao contradictory.-
They- venerated her as a mistress.
while they loved her with a touching love, as
if she had been a aiser. - Lueis, indeed, gov
. erned wil!. ' Guided by bet perfect will, all
' things took the aha pas nd sound of harmony.
. Het household m ghtbe likened, to a 'sweet
nd gr,en harp, on whtcb she was the tare
and always faultless performer. No harsh
notes, no jarring discord, discomposed the or.
drrof her governing system. : Gentleness was
her wand of lore, gentleness her red of cor
rection. Smiles in the sunshine of her pres.
'ence seemed playing over-tven 'insnimste
-thin", d the gtKlnc?!! and purity bf hef
lovely spirit bound alt lather, as wiib a mis-
BY L. Q.GOULD.
'Tearless and Free.'
$l,50per Annum lnAdvance.
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EATON, PREBLE COUNTY, O.APRIL 10, 1856.
Vol. 12. No. 42.
II I III Ul U H1,V I I Dl I 111 I I 1 I I I I I I HI 11 I UkJ III
tic chain. Even the 'strsnrer within their
gates' wss drawn into the chaimed circle, and
left tl loving and wondering. , , , ,
UD I the beauti'ul order in families where'.
hearts sre truly united, and 'pure religion and
andefiled before the Father' cements the bond j
of pnion. Stay.tby ruthless hand, fierce re
former! , Pause before a scene liko this, where
angels m human form, linked to Heaven by
virtues stronger tban adamant, make of home
the ark of aafety, the abiding place of love.
All may be thus, if they will but listen to the
dictates of conscience, and cultivate with aa-
siduous care, the tenant of this frsil taberna
cle, the soul. So may we make our heaven ;
and wo to us, though it is in our power, if we
oreste for ourselves condemnation. .
Certainly some were envious. Is it not al
ways the cssef Some, who by bsd thrift, snd
minds unequal to cope with those adversities
that prove men, as fire purifies gold, said it
wss no wonder tney were nappy, lovine, eood
and all that, 'Outlet the 'squire come down,'
uiey cromca; irni ni oe inuueu wnn pov
erty, or lose, even the elegancies of life to
which he had been sccustomed, (hen where
will be his constant happiness; his serenity of
mind, which, he boasts, never forsakes him r
Our word for it, with the things -that were.
Or let double, soi and bitter trouble come
upon him, believe us, he will change like all
others.'. . : : '
And, alas! Sore trouble did come ; came in
awful guise; fell like a thick cloud charted
with ruin, upon the happy household. Their
only beautiful daughter was sought for in
marriage by a young man of good lamily, and
one everyway worthyoraer. They gave him
their child with many but happy tears, and
ffcissed her pure brow, as she stood upon their
threshhold, in all the gentle loveliness or a
timid bride, just leaving the dear halls of her
father for another and a diitant home. She
was fragile and lily-like in her beanty,but her
health tied been perfect Irom infancy. A few
short months fled swiftly by, snd the eentle
girljreturned, alas I to die in the arms of her
parents. They laid her down with hearts
heavy with sorrow. They ssw the young hus
band, who bad loved with intense devotion,
mourning like a striken child that refuses com
fort. She was I lie first as yet the occupant or
their family tomb. -Crushed indeed were their
spirits, ss those only can tell who have start
ed back paralysed with the first stern glance
or Death. . but tney knew they had no pow
er over that fair creature beyond the portals
of the invisible home; and thouch their smiles
were frequent, and sadder, when given, yet did
they crow holier by this great affliction. The
silver cord loosened by her gentle spirit, seem
ed restored in their bosoms, binding their Jiv
ing hearts together, snd they lived un.
..Their strong affection centered more entire
ly upon the one lefttbim now, the son of their
The bright promise did his manhood give ;
nor was it-unfaithlul in the fulfillment. . Dar
ingly the strong intellect shot heavenward,
like an eagle panting for the pure atmosphere
of the upper skies. . The death or his sweet
sister chastened Ins aspiring soul spiritualized
his loftly thought; snd as he gszed down into
her early tomb, the home or beauty amid cor
ruption; the wolds, '1 sin the resurrection and
the life,' throbbed in his burning brain..
'I will from this hour devote myself to Hea
ven,' he resolved. He who was crucified snd
rose strain, that the sweet spirit once en
shrouded in bis mortal clay, might arise also,
and join him in ilim in heavenly inheritance.'
He became a preacher of righiousuess, and
again, -the heartsof his parents rejoiced.
Hut alas, Death has been envious ot the great
and good from the beginning, the brighter
snd more shining the light, the mere eagenyj
ins poie nps mow out me name.
Again his unerring shaft sped upon its fatal
mission, and the son, too, wearied with con
stant thought and mental toil, laid hia bead
upon the male mat bosom, never to lift it again
in lite. r
Lovely in their lives,' murmured thedou
bly bereaved and desolate ones, as they turn
ed from the silent church yard towards their
almost deserted home; 'lovely in their lives,
and in their deaths not divided.' We made
them our idols; they were gently loo ened from
our arms, and he hath our jewels in his keep
ing.' : .
The tomb' door was closed, and with linger
ing steps they totered awuy, while the good
old minister walked by their side, comforting
i hem with many a well-chosen and tender
Word, . -, . t .
'Ah 1 now the Fontaines know what it is to
suffer I' cried the envious., 'Now their pride
will come down: now behold their boasted
cheerfulness I But ah 1 how many a true and
purs heart bled for lliem 1 and what tears ran
down their furrowed cheeks, as their clasped
hands were held towards heaven, snd fervent
supplications were lifted to the Throne ofGod
for the suttering. . . , '
'Whom have we now to-day!' they exclaim
ed, as they passed the threshold of their stste
ly hornet and ssw its splendor mockingly but
dimly shining through tears. How spread the
anguish of that loneliness over their mourning
souls,. at they murmured again. 'Whom hare
we now lo love I
'(.od and each other,' was the noble reply;
yel more devotedly,. more tenderly thin be
And they grew sweetly resigned as years
sped on. . They fornot not the poor; they min
istered lo the stricken; they blessed little chil
dren. Happiness had again spread her shi
ning wings above . them, wben i speculation
in wnicn tyBspsr naa invested largely, It'll to
I h m arm, fill ainH Jtnrrioil tntvllk m1h skit ika
6.m.., ... v-..v- w ., ..,., ...
possessions of Die good old man.' It had beeni.it.
deemed so secure, that Caspar Fontaine stood
bondsman for several parties Involved; but for
that he would still have . retained a compe
tence.' .. -I .', ..',,
, One little cottoge, the only one left of his
money, (for Caspar was honorable to the pay
ment of the last farthing,) was neatly . yet
scsntily, furnished, and tliilliei the aged pair
proceeded, Tliey-would not accept the many
pecuniary gifts which many, who loved and
revered them, were willing nay anxious to be
stow upon the venerable 'bead of the town.'
'Oiir Father intends to draw us nearer him
self by loosening snd sweeping away all earth
ly props,' said Caspar, :wh its a benign smile
tslt played over his neple .features. ,' ."Tit
well; let us bow in sweet submission to his
gracious will. We still have each other..;
. 'Yes we still hate each other,', echoed nit,
wife, on whose yet lovely face' hia patient
smile wss reflected. .V .v.;-, ; .
,T toil with bis own hands, the old man now
went,. His weekly wagrs, snd the little he
had saved rrom the wreck of his property, en
abled thetn to live frugally yet with com fort.1
- A winter day, with its walling wind, had
pasted into eternitv. and left' in its stead a'
eolm-gloriousVnlght1 guarded "by millions Of
stats.thsf were slmpst mirrowedin the smooth
and dazzling snow. The town lay bushed as
u veiy tuspge, seems so stilt, they are usu
un before wt are.'
if in calm slumber, nestlinr amid the old
mountains. that lifted themselves in solemn
grandeur towards Hesven.
In the cottnre of Caspar Fontaine the work-
ing stood before the cheerful ire.tnd the greet
family Bible that had descended through many
generations laid with Us huge covers open and
the heavy clasps fallen unoa the clean limn
- The old man had been reading in the holy
volume, aa was his wool before retiring, and
the wife bad laid by the knitting on the a'.and
beside them, and with folded hands, sat ea-
cing into the face of her venerable partner.
rnougni was very Dusy with him, to wss
reviewing (he pages of tl pssl, thst sometime
luminous, at others as with a thick veil, were
alowly an folded before hif mind'a eyei there
wss no erimi mere; so the old man's race woie
a cheerful but subdued expression. Sudden
ly he looked up. The calm, clear eye of his
wile met his own glance, snd he started from
'Lucia, my love, we are gelling very old,'
he said. ,
'That was what I was just thinking of my
husband,' she replied, 'while 1 endeavored ts
call back the feelings with which t first heard
you call me wife, but I found them already in
mj bosom, and they have been there ever
since that day, increasing in depth and
strength as we draw nearer 10 the grave. It
lore my heart to part with our lovely t aspar;
but it would have broken It to lay you in the
grave, my husband.: How white your locks
are!' she continued, fondly stroking them back
from his lofty yet mild brow; but to my mind
they are more beautiful, curling in pale waves
upon yi.ur shoulders, than when they fell over
a ruddy cheek in ringlets of jet.'
Those were happy days,' murmured Csspar,
partly to himself.
'And are we not happy now, 0! my hus
'Happy while we are together; too happy,'
he whispered back, as the quick tears sprang
to his eyes;'there is only one thing that mars
my present enjoyment, snd r tear, in that I
distrust the goodness which has led us from
joy lo joy.' - .
'What is it Csspar?'
'The fear thst 1 may be taken, snd you may
be left; you, alone in your old age, with none
nearer than menus ana acqusintsnces.'
lucis wss silent tor a moment. 'Let us
put our trust in God!' she et length exclaimed;
Ml t am lelt, Caspar it cannot be Tor long.'
'And then we shall be reunited in eternity,1
whispeied Csspar. ' ;
Yes, tp love on for ever and ever.' '
. 'Shall we love each other more supremely up
yonder'? and in the old man's eyes shone a Loly
'Next to God, I firmly beliere, for are not
our souls in perfect unison?'
Yes,' said Caspar, as he gently clsaped the
hand of his wife, 'perfect for ours was a true
marriage. Word, thought and deed, have
grown id similitude, till the soul of one is aa
the tcho to that of the other. Pain is almost
sweet when you are near to minister to me,
and pleasure 1 enjoy not to fulness Unless you
are a sharer. Yes, my love, we are going to
the grave together, and we shall soon be joined
to those precious pledges who took their flight
heavenward so long ago. i regret not now
neither, 1 am sure, can you, that we laid them
so early in the arms of Death. They are not
sinless; but oh! we deemed them very near
1 did not see till now, Caspar, that your
eyes are heavier man usual;' exclaimed Lucia,
after tome moments of silence during which
they had sat hand in hand; 'have you felt ill
'1 cannot evade your question, my wile. In
tru'.h, the racking pains in my head, which I
have suffered since mcrning, led me to muse
upon wnati nave told you.'
'And I, too, have felt a strange sensation in
my head all day; but I thought if I spoke of it
it might alarm you.'
For that very reason I hove kept silent but
we shall both be better, perhaps, after a
night's rest. Let us periorm our family devo
tion and retire.'
After prayer tire red coals on the hearth
were carefully raked up and covered with
ashes, and in a few moments the lights were
putoul, and the good old couple slept.
Day dawned again. Earth rmiled in its
crystal beauty. It was a brilliant morning.
Caspar and Lucia were awake with the first
glimmering of light. Indeed, they had slept
uneasily, and had often spoken 'to each other
in the still watches of the night.
'Lucia! exclaimed Caspar, feebly, 'you are
burning up; how hot and feverish your hand is.
'And you, too, husband; your forehead is
like a coal oi hre, and your eyes glare fright
'So do yours. It would be strange if we
were sick together
'Oh! I am not sick,' responded Lncia,"at
tempting lo rise; but she fell back heavily on
the bed. .......
: 'My poor wife, what shall we do? I too
'I had hoped to make you something refresh
ing to drink; but my brain reels snd throbs so
suddenly, and the shooting pains fly from limb
Higher rose the sun, glaring on the forest of
snow, yet no smoke csme from the chimney of
The neighbors wondered, snd thought the
old couple bad overslept themselves. Broad
noon! and still no signs of lile from theunusu
allv bus inmates. ..
'Mary, just run over there aaid a (armet,
who lived near, to his ruddy. cheeked dsuch
jer ,gn(j fee jf gj jf anything has happened;
. . . ,
Mary came flying back in a few moments.
Her cheek had lost its rose; and her eyes were
overflowing with tears,
I knocked at the door,, father; everything
wss silent: I crept round to the east room,
where they slept, and I heard Mr. fonts me
grosning dreadfully. - Do go there- father; I
know they must be sic'.
? The farmer instantly accompanied bit child
back, while his wife huiried the meal tbot she
might have ote warm drink for thtm should
they be sick.., The door was fastened; but
through a low window Mary crept, and cau
tiously undid the bolt, and both together moved
to the sleeping apartment '- "-
Flushed with fever, :' their eyes glassy and
glaring, their gray locks In disorder, the two
laid side by-aide. uaspat was wandering
through other scenes; but hia wife was aensi
b!e, and her eyes, were, fastened upon the
: 'Obi neighbor, srie' fsiiitly moaned.' 'I he
lieve you find us very near death; "but whaf
ever you do,' she continued, placing her, hot
nana on nis,aon isepara:eus, will you7 Let
ua be together lOTlbe lost, as we have been
through, Jife; Don't let them aeparaie us, will
to"N,. ' ' A' . c
Tce warm tears rushed la the fsimei'sejes,
'No, not Mrs. Fontaine, do not fear,' be half
aobbed as he left the apartment.
A physician was summoned. He shook his
heed. Theirs wss mslignsnt fever; they were
very old; they might go st any moment. He
advised their being removed into different
beds; but Lucia would not fort moment listen
lo it. v
'No.no! let us die on the same couch; I
cannot be parted from bim now even for a mo
ment. We shall not survive oach other.'
' Before noon of the next day both slept the
sleep that, ir. this world, knows no waking.
Caspar died first. He had blessed his wife
before departing. Lucia, with her failing,
trembling hand, closed his eyes, and then com
posing her own limbs awaiting the time of
Two coffins, side by tide; two meek placid
brows, met the eager eyes of many who had
assembled to behold the solemn scene.
'How mournful that both should be taken!'
Could be hsve listened to the glad burst of
rejoicing, with which, hand in hand, they en
tered Heaven, clothed internal youth, blessed
the Almighty for a reuuion which was to lata
forever and ever, be would hare said, 'How
sweet and beautiful that they thus lie down
in the last sleep logetb.'
They are resting quietly. Caspar snd his
Lucia, in si ancient church-yard, beneath the
sleeping boughs of a waving willowtree. But
above them a snowy monument has been erec
ted, whereupon their virtues are emblazoned
in golden letters; a tribute of love snd rever
ence paid them by the inhabitants of the town
they had bo long benefitted; and go to-day
into the humblest cottage or the loftiest man
sion there, and you will bear the story of the
good and virtuous couple, Caspar and Lucia
The following waif, afloat on the "sea of
reading," we clip from an exchange. W e do
not know its paternity, but it contains some
wholesome truths, beautifully set forth i
"Men seldom think of the great event of
death until the shadow falls acioss their own
path, hiding forever from their own eyes the
traces ot the loved one whose living smiles
were the sunlight of their existence. Death
is the greet antagonist of life and the cold
thought of the tomb is the skeleton otall feasts.
We do not want to go through the dark valley
although ijs passages may lead to paradise;
and with Charles Lamb, we do not want to
lie down it the muddy grave, eveu with kings
and princes for our bed-fellows."
"But the1 fiat of nature is inexorable. There
is no appea) or relief from the great law which
dooms us tp dust. We flourish, and we fade,
ss the leaves of the forest, and the flower that
blooms anl withers in s day, has not a frailer
hold upon ilife than the mightiest .monarch
that ever shook the earth with his footsteps.
Generation! of men appear and vanish as the
grass, and fte countless multitude that throngs
the world to-day, will to-morrow disappear
as the footsteps on the shore."
"In the beautiful drama of Ion, the instinct
of immorality, so eloquently uttered by the
deer devoted Greek, finds s deep response in
eery thoughtful soul. When about to yield
bis young existence ss s eaciirlce to fate, his
beloved Clemanthe asks if they shall pot meet
again; to which he replies : "I have asked that
dreadful quettiou of the hills that look eter
nalof the clear streams that flow forever of
the stars among whose fields of szure my rais
ed spirit hath walked in glory. All were
dumb. But while I gaze upon thy living face,
1 feel that there is something in the love that
mantles tbrouch its beauty that can not whol
ly perish. We shall meet again, Clemanthe."
When a young man is s clerk in a store and
dresses like s prince, smokes "foin cigars,"
drinks "noice brandy," attends theatres, balls
and snch like, I wonder if he does all upon
the avails of his clerkship ?
When a yourg lady sits in the parlor all day
with her lily white ringers covered with rings,
I wonder if her mother don't wash the dishes
snd do the work in the kitchen ? -
When a deacon of the church sells strong
butter, recommending it at excellent and
sweet, I wonder if he don't rely on the merits
of Chiist for Salvation ?
When a man goes three 'times a day to get a
dram, I wonder if he'll not by and by go four
Wben a young lady compresses her wsist a
third smaller than nature made it, I wonder
if her pretty fignre will not shorten life some
dozen years or more, besides making her mis
erable while she does live ?
When a young man is dependent upon, his
daily loit for his income, and marries a lady
who does not know how to make a loaf of
bread or mend a garment, I .wonder if he is
not lacking somewhere, say towards the lop,
for instance ?
0"'There he goes again," said Mrs. Par
tington in the legislature, as a member stood
up for the fifth time to speak on a question
"There he goes like-a soda fountain, and just
as fluidly ss water.' Now, Isaac, mind him
and see if you can t become a speaker of the
House of Reprehensibles some time. I de
clare !" continued she as s new burst of elo
quence reached her ear, "It does seem as if
the mnnllepiece ol Daniel we' sler baa fell
onto bim, he is so bright." .
0"An oldjady, on being witness before a
magistrate as to her place of legaljsettlement,
was asked what reason she had for supposing
that her husband had (a legal settlement in
that town. The old lady said: He was born
jnd married, and they.buried him there, and
if that isn't settling him there, I don't know
what is." '
IT If you wish to attract attention, go into
Church some Sunday, after the services have
begun, in s pair of new squeaking boots, and
parade up the broad aisle. ' '
tXThe editor of the N. Y. Dutchman, spea
king of drink he once bad occasion to in
dulge In, said he could'nt tell whether it as
brandy or a torch-light procession going dowu
his throat, r ' "..- ' ' . ,.-
- ITAn inveterate bachelor being asked by s
sentimental young miss why he did not eecme
some fond one's company in bis voyage on the
npfKK nl life. Terriied. "1 would if I were tan
such en ocean were pacific.",, :-. -, 7 . : ,
' ' ftJr"Cbarfie," said a father to bin sort,
while they were wot'ing ata taw mill, "wha'i
oossessea yon .to associate with such girls a
you do ? Wben I was of your age I could go
with the first out.' The.flrst eutsaid the
son ss he assisted the eld man in-rolling over
lofty" always a aiau' . ;...
(rlt ia supposed by Dr.- FrancU that the
first person, that had 'he itch was tha'l nil-
Jieno U14 tytie "inu ota scraicn.; , ,;
A CALIFORNIA STORY.
Our California friends are getting to be
abou' as full of Ton as the sands of her rivers
are of golden treasures. One factious editor
makes us laugh heartily over a scene he wit
nessed in a daguerrean gallery, and which he
describes in most amusing style. The artist
hung out a very handsome end showy sign
over his door, on which was painted, in round
readable letters :
"Baliti Taken Till 3 P. M., in Tic Sec
This sign toon csngbt the eye of a middle
aged woman but" we will let the California
man telj the story in hia own way :
"Bless the Lord for lhaU" exe'simet! the
woman, who, with three or four young ones
in her arms, stood gazing on the happy an
nouncement. "Bless the Lord I Relief has
come at last I Babies taken till 3 P. M. I'll
go right in and let bim take bis pick out of
mine. I'm urea 01 mem."
She started in, but was met by the woitby
artist himself, who was on the way lo the
"Good morning, my dear madam, walk up.
What can I do foi you te-day ?"
Two of the brats commenced crying.
"Aro you the msn that takes babies ?"
"0 yes, with the greatest ease."
The old lady cast a lingering look at her
young brood, as if she wat bidding them adieu
"I guess you tint' particular what kind of
babies you take !"
"It matters not, madam, I have taken all
The old woman gave the -artist a suspicious
look, sa much as to sty, what sort of a man
are you ?
"You have taken all kinds I Than I guess
you'll have no objection to taking these brawl
ing things here at my breast?"
"0, it would give me pleasure, madam, to
take these crying babies. Hsd I not better
take all of them at once ?"
The old woman drew back in astonishment.
"Ail ai ence l" saw she. "And do you
pretend to say that you will take sll ot these
dirty, good for nothing squnlhia brats at
"Nothing would give me more delight,"
answered he, In his usually agreeable manner.
"1 have taken more than that at once, fifty
'Well, you can take them," said the old
woman, as she approached him," but before
you do so, I would like to know what you in
tend to feed them on ?"
The artirt saw bis mistake and attempted
to back out.
"On second thought," he said, "I will not
take your interesting little group, It would
be cruel to deprive a mother of so many of her
"Oh I yes," she insisted, "you can take
"But, my dear madam," commenced the
artist, turning away in alarm, "recollect
"Never mind that. Take them along.
There' plenty more where three tame from."
The artist was compelled to explain .the
mistake and the old woman left in diigust.
MINISTER AND THE DEVIL.
The Rev. Mr. Blank, of the Episcopal
Church after laboring in an ancient and very
respectable town in Louisiana long enough to
have planted a vineyard and eaten the fruit
thereof, became discouraged arid very justly
disgusted with the people. He determined to
leave them, and in his farewell sermon he
thus unburdened his heart and conscience.
'And now, if there is any man in this con
gregation that can prove he ever paid me a
dollar, it shall be refunded to him on the spot.
He then gave out a hymn lo be mug, com
mencing with these lines.
"Lord! what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply."
And hsving thus shaken off the dust of his
feet for a testimony against them, he gathered
bis robes about bim and retired.
"Served them right!' said the world.
But 'h rd times' among the clergy sre n4
confined to the profession in this country. A
ionuou minister, no more lastiuious tbau our
brother in Louisiana, lately astonished his
congregation by informing them that he had a
persona I interview with the Devil, which haD-
pened on this wise:
I was sitting, said he in my study, when I
heard a knock, and the door opened, and who
should walk in but the Devill
How d(ye you dot' said be. .
Pretty well,' thank you, said I. ,
'What are you about? aaid he: nrenaiint
your sermon for next Sunday?'
'Ah! said he, I dare say you lb ink vou are
doing a great deal of good." ',
'Well, I said, not so much as I could wish;
but a little good, I hope.'
nou nave a very large congregation, said
. 'Well, pretty large,' I said.
'And 1 daresay' he remarked, 'yon are quite
proud of them.'
'No, aaid I, that I am not, for not one-third
of them pay for their sitting!'
'You don't say sol' aaid the Devil, in great
'Yes, that I do, I replied; not one-third of
them pay a penny for their Bitting.
Well said the Devil, then I say'they are a
shabby lot!' . .
The congregation took the hint so very ex
pli:iily given, and a marked increase was ob
servable in the receipts into the treasury.
It is presumed that a good many congrega
tions up this way are just about in the same
RKcsifT for MisriNO Tatti.s. Take a
handful of Ihe vine called Runabout, the same
qunutity of root called Nimble-tongue, a sprig
of the herb called Backbite, (at cither before
or tfter the dog days,) a tablespoonful of Dont-
you-teit- it, six drachms of Malice, a lew drops
of Envy which can be purchased in any quan
tity st the shops of Miss Tabitha Tea Table,
snd Mis Nancy Nightwalker. Stir them well
together and simmer them for hatf an hour
over the fire of Discontent, kindled with a
little JerlQusy then strain it through the rag
nf Mii-construction, and cork it up in the bot
'le of Malevolence, hang it upon skein of
-iireetyarn, shake tt occasionally for a few
days, and it will be fit for . use. Let a' few
Imps be taken lust before walking ouLand the
'tibject will be enabled to apeak, all mariner
u cvii, sou inw ouuuntiauy. ' ' " .
ir'lsay, darkey, ho you aolldem broom
so cheapet dan dis individual can do when
'.iwien onrseba, 1 steal de stunt" -vs.. ?.. : t
.'Yon fool. Pomp. steal mine ready made.
- IT A. man had a, signup. Cbesp Ladies'
Shoes for sale here.! He found that not a wo
man entered bis s'ore. No wonder. The la-
dies don'l.tik to be called cheap Ihey Want
In l.p.lll . - ,.1 .
Rates of Advertising.
One square (or less) 3 insertions, - fliCO
". , " scb additional lukeilion, - 6
' " Three moiitht, .... 3:00
" Six months. ... : - 6:00
... Twelvemonths, - r 8:00
Onefourth oft column per year, - 15.00
" kslf , .. .. . . i8:0O
column , -.. 30:00
A) overs square charged as t wo squares.
ItTAdverlisemen'.s inserted till forbid at
Executed at tbia office with neatness and da
patch, at the lowest possible rates.
The Proposed Modification of the Tariff,
The Washington correspondent of the Bal
timore Sun thus writes to that journal:
"The proposed . modification of the tariff
meets with beany approval everywhere. That
provision of it which makes raw materials free
of dutyjis approved both by the,free-Hade men
, l. f . t . rr, 1 . .
iiu me uiciii. ui pruieciiuB. ins notion
manufacture is well established in this coun
try because the manufacturers have access to
free, raw material, the produce of our South
ern Stales. But it it a different thing as to
"The increase of the wool pioduct does not
keep pace with the increased population and
consumption r,f the United Slates. We im
port, under a heovy duty, three-fourths of the
wo.il consumed by our manufactures. At
present the duty is so onerous that the woolen
factories are practically extinct, snd the do
mestic wool is in no demand. The foreign
wool is esvtntial for mixture with the domes
tic wool in many fabrics. The interests of
the wool growers of Pennsylvania, Vermont.
Ohio and other States are identified with those
the woolen manufacturers.
"The class of articles paying 100 per cent,
duly, such S3 brandies, ice, will uoderthe new
project, pay 80 per cent. The next class,
which embraces most of the articles of foreign
growth or manuiactures, will pay either 30 or
25 per cent., as may yet be determined after
due consideration of the elTecf of the change
upon the revenue. As Senator Jamesremark-
ed, in hts speech explanatory of this bill, 'the
idea of a protective tariff is obsolete.' This
measure is, on the contrary, adjusted so as to
meet the wants of the revenue, and relieve
domestic industry from heavy burdens."
A Happy Conclusion.
' The San Francisco Gulden Era, in refusing
to commence a manuscript atory until the
whole of it had been received.gets off the fol
lowing illustration of the danger of doing so:
Home years ago a Cincinnati paper received
and printed the first chapter of what promised
to be a most thrilling romance, in the expec
tation of being provided with the concluding;
portions as might be needed. The chapter
was very ingeniously written, and concluded
by leaving the principle character suspended
by the pantaloons from the limb ol t tree over
a precipice. It attracted the attention of the
press, and inquiries began to be made concern
ing the continuation of the story and the fa to
ot its hero. Day after day the victimized pub
lishers, luoked for the remaining chapters,
bnt in vain; they never came lo band. Find
ing that they had been "sMi!," and wishing
lo pu' a stop to the jukes their cotempoaries
were crocking at their expense, thjy briefly
coucluded the story tbusr .
"After hanging to the treacherous tree for
four weeks, his pantaliuns gave way, and
Charles Mellville lolled headlong over the
yawning precipice. He fell a distance of five
miles, and came down with the small of his
buck r.croie a stake-and ridered fence, which
so jarred him that he was compelled to travel
in Italy fur his health, where he is st present
cawing, iic is cngagcu 111 i lie uuicneriiig
busines, snd is the father of a large family of
An Eloquent Tribute to Gen. Jackson.
In a speech recently delivered by Col. Fd-
word Pickett, jr., in reference to the Demo
cratic victory in Tennessee, he said .
"It is well for the memory 0; the immortal
sage of the Hermitage, that the bigoted crusade
against foreigners should receive such a re
buke Iron? the people of the Stale beneath
whose soil Ins moria 1 remains repose. In eve
ry drop ol his blood, Jackson was an Irishman.
His fkther was one of the Irish patriots whoso
brow turned pale with indignation st the op
pression snd insults offered to bis native land.
His mother's cheeks were fanned by soft
breezes that blew over the blue bay of Dublin.
and wreathed in the roses that grow on the
green sod of Erin. But if, as the Hero of New
Orleans was ascending tiie capital lo take the
oath of reality to the Constitution of the Uni
ted States, a foul whisper had reached hi
ears that the President elect was an Irishman,
and therefore an anti-American, one hand
would have been laid on his breast, and the
other would have grasped his sword, snd he-
would hsve said, 'yes, 111 every drop of my
blood snd every nerve of my arm, I am art
Irishman, but here at least is an American
hesit, that while it beats will love the Cm
stiiution snd the liberty it guarantees, and
here an American sword shall be ready to de
fend that liberty till this arm is palsied in
XT A lady lately visiting New York eilv.
saw one day On the sidewalk a ragged, cold,
and hungry little girl, gazing wishfully at some
cake in a shop window. She stopped and ta
king the little one by the hand. Jed her into
the store, though she was aware thst bread
might be better for the child than cake, yet
desiring to gratify the shivering and forlorn
one, she bought and gave her the cake she
wonted. She then took her to another place,
she procured ber a shawl and other articles of
comfort. The grateful little creature looked
the benevolent lady full in.the face, and with
artless simplicity said, "Art thou God's wife?'
trrA doctor was employed by a poor man to
attend hit wife, who was dangerously ill. .
The doctor gave a bint that he had fears of not
being paid. 'I have five pounds,' ssid the
man to the doctor, 'and if you kill or cure, yon
shall have them.' - The woman died in the
dootor'a hand, and after a reasonable time, ho
came for his five pounds. The msn tsked the
doctor if be kUed bis wifeT 'No!' Did you
cur? 'No!' 'Then,' said the poor man. you
have no legal demand!' ,
KT"Well, Jane, this is a queer world
said a eon tpota to his wife, st breakfast the
other morning. "A sect of women philoso
phers have rust sprung un I" "Indeed." said
Jane, "and what do t&ey. holdt" . "The
strsngest thing in nelute," said he; "their
ltT"You bachelors ought to be taxed." said
a lady to a resolute evader of the noose mat
rimonial. "I agree with vou perfectly ma'am
was the teply, "bachelorism certainly is a lux
ury." . ... 7.-1,1 ': ;,Vi.', ' ., -
, 111 ' - 1 11 1 -1" 1,. 1 .. . .
- ttTA oorpulent bachelor friend of ours, bad
both his ears froien, last night, vkll in bed-'
snooting away in his selfish loneliness. If k
such a warning does not terrify him into mat. "
nmonial speculation, we nope bt .may never
thaw out when be freezes again. , . ,
ft-rw V.lanltn, SVnM ftn &,! 1a 0. .1,, a '
j I , , IV. II , 1 1 V wuii VUVC I U I I . 11 u . -
ting class, "Young gentlemen, have two pock
ets made -a large one lo luld the lusulla, sad
a small one for feat.' .-. f