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g\,;i (\fl ] @ 11l ’ 45 \T’ |{ i / J li:l }‘zg !gf LRTTs RS -T S Trer ST o ;__‘mj For the Benefit of the Sick and Woundped in Hammond General Hospital. VOL.I, POINT LOOKOUT, MD., OCTOBRER 20, 1863. NO. 49. HAMMOND GAZETTE, PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY MORNING BY GEQRGE EVERETT. RATES—One copy, three monts, hFIFTY CEXTS, IN ADVANCE; single copy, FIVE CENTS. W | POETRY¥: [Original.] 1 YNCERTAINTIES. 'Tis an old aonfg, with many-voiced refrain, ““The way of life is dark and false and vain,”’ Uuncertain stgfn upon a shifting sand, And doubtful travel in a stranger’s land. We press toward golden' gates which seemt to glmt With fair wide-open wings our restless feet; Fearless we press, nor fear tostray or fall, - fnd dash ourselves against a brazén wall. ad sometimes, through the sad and weary day, We faintly watk where God has shown the way, !’bp%gh mountain-walls rise dark on cither hand 39 shut out entrance to the promised laund ; filhfing we touch their gates of tripple brass, And the g:ut rocks divide tp let us pass. Far sounds and sweet we hear, and follow after What are but broken peals of maniac laughter, nd whep .gg air is Tull roff doleful cries, ourning and cursing,shricks and burst'ngsighs, d when we turn and seek in pain and fear Bome space of silence for the shrinkillg ear, Al'the wild voices, in sharp discords ringing, B on a sudden into ¢hural singing. - We }trrggle toward the day with hogeful eyes, %fi “inlsts of earth rise up and blot the skies; We sink, deep shuddering, in the gulfs of night, And lo! are gooded with supernal “g& grant us,O Goa !an even, steadfast mind 9rgetfn}vof the things that arg behind, Forgetful of the chances of the way ;fr fortunes lie beyond our doubtful day, t walking in the way of thy commands . We leave the issue in the heafi:sly hands, Knog-ing.tbat one whose tireless love and care BHaveé brought us to the baven where we are, Will lend his gales to waft us fair and free Even to that better haven where we fain would be. Bucaaxax De#acen.—The editor of the “Scran ton (Pa.) chublim"' says: We saw a curious embellishment the other day, a five dollar bill on the Pottsville Bank, which contains in one cofner a vignette of James Buchanan. Some person had bunged his eyes with red ink, drawn a gallows above his bead from which a rope was suspended that went round his neck, and then branded his forehead with the word ‘Judasg This is but one of hundreds. The bank has had to call in all its issue with that portrait on it, 80 nhxahle are the manifestations of pop ular in¢ tion against the map who might, bad be the will or pluck, have nipped the rebel lion in the bud, as Jackson did before him. sl ) Wl Ax awkward, bashful man, who was getting futo a stage at Norwich, Conn., a few days ago, pushed his foot through the hoop skirtof a lady passenger. In the course-of several ingenious expedients to extricate himself, be only succeed @l in putting his other foot, through the haops ofanother lady. Sinking back io seeming de ‘spair, be shouted : o - YHulle, driver, bold ont 1 thonght 1 was gotting iato & stage, but I find mysolf in & coop o’s shop ™ A COowardly Preacher. We are glad to know that colored soldjiers have more pluck than colored preachers. A most amusing scene occurred recenfly in the colored Methodist Conferepce, where a preacher sent to do missionary work in Virginia and North Car olina, made s report of his labors, He was very frank in his confessions of cowardice, but seemed to feel no shame in telling it. The re porter of the Providence Jourpal gjves the fol lowing report : Rev. Geo. A. Rue, whp was last year appoint ed missionary to Virginia and North Carolina, made a report of his work in that interesting field. ‘I went,”’ said he, ‘“‘after making the necessary arrangements at hoxye, first to Harri son’s Landing, in Virginia, and here preached with some success, for about five weeks. Was unable to get a pass to Newbern, where ] had intended to go, and consequently remained in camp, acting in part as servant to a Massachu setts captain, who offered me his protection, and furnished me with supplies. ‘‘While here, the rebels across the river opened fire on our camp, sending shot and shells thick and fast among our tents. At this I began to grow afraid. As.it was dark, | could only see the flash of the rebel guns, and at the same time the ball went whistling past my head, The captain told me pot to be alarmed, but I could not belp it. The best thing I could do was to run, which I did with all my might. Ina few moments I found myself in a ditch floundering in water and mud. Rolling out of this, for I dare not stand up, I run faster than before.— Next I tumbled oyer a wopdpile and stopped awhile on the other side, but the shells bursting all around, I concluded it was best to run again. My next stopping-place was at the foot of a huge pine tree. Here I fell on my face and prayed to God for help, and cm;l, “0O Lord dcliver me out of this scrape, and I'll neyer be caught here again." : “] wasg so scared at this time that 1 did not know a single person was near, but when I was praying thus out loud, at the top of my voice, a large pumber of men began to laugh and shout. [ looked round, and found about twd hundred soldiers lying flat on the ground. I told them not to laugh, the case was different with them than with me. They went oyt to fight; I to preach, but they didn’t see the point.” ““They had more faith than you,” interrupted the bishop, while the Conference was ip a roar of laughter. : That's so,”” eaid Mr. Rue; ‘‘but tnder these circamstances, I left apd returned home, and here am I, safe and sound.”’ The whole description was of the most ludic rous character, snd to cap the climax, the Con ference voted themselves satisfied with the labors of their missionary aud his safe return. Mr. Rue's salary for the yesr was sixty dollars. The bishop thought it not enongh. “}t is worth more,” said he; ¥torun thas % stond still or walk abeut.”” Dreaunno 1x Cuonen.— A+ Balleton Bpricige, one Sunday afternoon, fatigned with his long journey, & wagomer, with his son’ John, drove his team into a barn, and determined to pass the Sabbath ip enjoying a season of worship Wwith the good people of fhe village, When the time for womhi;i'sgrlvffia) Ibhm iflg to ."gt:h the team, while the wagofer went in with thé crowd. The preacher had scarcely announced his subject before the old man fell sound asleep, - He eat against the partition in the céntre of the body slip; just over u@fih him, separated by & very low partition, eat a fleshy lady who scemed alf absorbed in the sermon. BShe struggled hard with ber feelings, but unable to contro] them any longer, she burgt out with a loud scream, and shouted at the top of Her voige, arousing the old man, who, but half awake, threw -his arms nron‘&r waiste, and cried, very soothingly: “Whoa. Nancy! Whoa, Naney! Here John,'’ calling his son, ‘‘cut the belly-band and loosen the breechieg; quick, or she’'ll tear everything to pieces !’ Albany Times. e s oel s et Couroy’r Uyperstanp.— An amusing colloguy, says a Western paper, recently came off at the supper table, on board one of our Mississippi boats, between a Boston exquisite, reeking with hair ofl and calogne, who was cursing the waiters, assuming very consequential airs, and o raw Jonathan seated by his side; dressed ip homespun. Turning to his vulgar fricnd, the former pointed with his jeyeled finger, and saig ; “Butiab, sah ?”’ I gee it,”’ cooly replied Jonathan. . “Buttah, sah, I say!"’ fiercgly repeated the dandy. : “] know it—very good, a first-rate article.” “‘Buttah, I tell you,”’ thundered the dandy in still louder topes, pointing with slow, unmoving finger, and scowling upon his neighbor as if be would annihilate him. “Wall, gosh all Jerusslem, what of.it 7"’ now yelled the downeagter, getting his dander up in turn, “‘Yer didn't think I took it for lard 7"’ At the recent examination of a farmes, qn bis sister entering the box to be examined, the -fol lowing comversation took place between her and the opposing agent :—*-How old are you?"’ gaid the lawyer. “‘Oh, weel, Sir, Tam an unmarried woman, and dinna think it richt to answer that question.’”” “Oh yes, informa the genmtleman how old you are,' said the judge. *‘Weel s weel, lam fifty.”” ‘‘Are you not older?’'— “Weel, I am sixty.’ The inquisitive lawyer still forther asked if she had hppelof getting married ; to which Miss Jane replied, *“Weel, Sir, I widna tell a lie; I hinna lost hope yet." Aud she scornfally added, ‘‘But I widna marry you, for Fam sick tired o’ your palaver already.” nnsn—— R ———-————— AT a crowded convert ayoungiady, standiog in the door of the hall, was dddresecd by an honest Hibernian who was in attendance, ‘‘ln dads, Miss, 1 should be glad to givo you a sate, but the ewpty ones are all full.”