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T. G. MORION Ths Stamtoa Vindicator, Published by - - • -* TINS II k M9ET0S srescRiPTios. 92 Per Annum, Invariably in Advance. Carrier in the City 5cts per week, payable to Carrier -CLUB BATES 49" Any one sending tis ten new Subscribers and $20 will be entitled to one years subscription gratis. Any one sending five or more new prepaying subscri bers may retain ten per cent, of subscription price as a commission. 4 VOL 34. SS TAUNTON, VIRGINIA, FRIDAY, APRIL 18, 1879. NO. 16. LEVY BROTHERS’ MANUFACTURERS AND RETAIL DEALERS GRAND BAZAAR 30 Main Street, Staunton, Virginia. Spring Goods, Daily Arrival: CASHMERES. SILKS, BUNTINGS, POPLINS in all designs and shades. SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Percils, Cambrics, Cretons, Calicos, Large and handsome assortment on display. SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Victoria Lawns, Swiss, Pique, Check Muslin, Marseilles, all in the greatest abundance and quali y. SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Towels, Napkins, Table Covers, Piano Covers, in considerable variety and very cueap, SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Sheeting?, Cottons. Delias, Ducking and Bed Tick, at a great reduction on former prices. SEE OUR FLOOR OIL CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A i ARD. Mens’ VVear in Cussiraer, Cotoriade and Linen, from Charlottesville, Manchester, Richmond and Belfast. SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Ladies, Misses, Boys and M ns’ Straw Hats, in the very la est styles and designs. SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. LEVY BROTHERS CALL PARTICULAR ATTENTION To these superior make of Ladies undergarments, and are prepared to com pete in finish, design and quality with any house in the United States. With extensive experience and great facilities in manufacturing—it is impossible to do any better any where. Every article neatly finished. Ladies Gowns irom 75 cents to 82.00. “ Chemise “ 45 “ “ $1 50. “ Skirts “ 40 “ “ $8.50. “ Drawers “ 50 “ “ 81—5. “ Aprons “ 25 “ “ 75. SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT 25 CENTS A YARD. O UR GENTS SHIRTS Speak for themselves, we have sold several hundred dozen in the past three jears and no fault can be found with their fit, style or fi lish. SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Gents White dress shirts only $ 50. U <6 a U $j* “ Best “ “ “ “ $1.00* SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Germantown Wool, Zepher, Shet land Wool and Yarn, In all colors and in great varieties. SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. Hosiery, Gloves, Ties and Ribbons, Splendid stock always on hand. SEE OUR LINEN TABLE CLOTH AT ONLY 25 CENTS A YARD. LEVY BROTHERS’ GRAND DRY GOODS BAZAAR, Staunton Virginia, april 4 gTAUNTOI? WAGON FACTORY. w. w. GIBBS, MANUFAC'TU11®11 op h'M 4. FARM AND SPRING WAGONS SASH, DOORS. BLINDS, &C. WAGON MAKER’S AND BUILDERS’ MATERIAL Cheaper than ever o£fered b» fore In this market. Send for price lists and circulars. W. W. GIBBS. au£3~lY (QREAT REDUCTION IN PRICES OP ALL KINDS OP FURNITURE, M stresses, Spring Beds, .UNDERTAKING. &C., At S. M. WILKES. No. 30 Main Street aW-Priee*«ent«m application. «P28. R1 EMOVAL! LIPSCOMB & SOMERVILLE have moved their stock ol CHINA, GLASSWARE, HOUSE FURNISHING, &c., *c., to the large store Room, NO. IS WEST MAIN STREET, formerly occluded by P. B. H> ge & Bro., next door to Lr. N. Wayt & Bro’s Diug St re. They have a large and well assorted stock which they will sell cheap f jr cash. dec.14 tt .STANDARD MIXED TEA LEND chop. BAKER BROS. GUARANTEE THIS TEA PURE AND FREE from all ADULTE RATION. The following are live good rea son-, why He-No Tea should be used in prefe.ence to other teas 1. Being packed in oiiginal !>i und an i half-n and packages, made i.f Japanese Tea pape , the stien. th aud flavor are better re tained. . It is a mixture of many flavors, experience , avina proved sucii to be i ue tea t.,at gives univer al sa, - isfaction. 3 The flavor is (lie natural one, and that it is unadulterated is the strongest ngument in favor of its h, althfulness. 4. The 1 af not being colored or polished improves ihe drinking quali y and es on the cost. 5. It is an unc lored tea, such as t: e Chinamen themselves d ink. The name ‘HE-NO ’and tile style of package are patented, to pro le, t the imponers and the public fr un imitation, and to retain its reputaiioo. Wholesale and Retail, may!7 BAKER BROS. •yyHEAT! WHEAT!! AND OTHER GRAIN WANTED. 10,h00 Bushels Prime Wheat, 10,00a Bushels P' ime Corn, 10,: 00 l ushels Prime Oats, 2,000 Bushels Prime Rye, Delivered along the line of the C. & O. R. R., and the Valley Railroad. juneT-lvear P. B. SUBLET!. IJIHE UNDERSIGNED WILL HAVE A LARGE SUPPLY OF COAL AND LUMBER constantly on hand, and will be pleased to accom modate our friends, and the public generally. aug24-ti LAREW & LEWIS. w OOL! WOOL!! PRIME WOOL WANTED, fer which the highest market price will be paid. Twelve (.2) years’experience in this maiket. has satisfied us that it is to the farmers’ interest to wash is wool well. see us before selling. apr2a BAKER BROS TO T3 A. ±J±X S * $ VIEW FIRM.—We wish to call the attention of the 1> ladies to our new stock of goods, carefully and well selected by MRS. M. E. FAGAN. She is in con tant attendance upon the business, and will be glad o seel) <»r o d friends at No. 7 North New Street. Person wishing fixtures for Sewing Machines can e -uppliad there, and also the best plaiter in the marked. |*P"ShEPHEBD pa27 & CO. Hand and m * chine sewed BOOTS AND OAITKRS, Custom ’made and warranted in fit and quality, for aate tow, at _ _ noi2» C. L. WKLfalft TUTT’S PILLS! INTRODUCED, 1865. A TORPID LIVER ia the fruitful source of men; diseases, promi nent among which are DYSPEPSIA, SICK-HEADACHE, COSTIVENESS, DYSENTERY, BILIOUS FEVER, AGUE AND FEVER, JAUNDICE, PILES, RHEUMATISM, KIDNEY COM PLAINT, COLIC, ETC, SYMPTOMS OF A TORPID LIVER. Logs of Appetite and Nausea, the bowels are costive, b at sometimes alternate with looseness, Pain in the Head, accompanied witha Dull sensation in the back part, Pain in the right side and under the shoulder* blade7 fullness after eating, with a disin clination to exertion of body or mind, Irri tability of temper, Xiow spirits, Loss of memory, with a feeling of having neglected some duty, General weariness; Dizziness, FlutteringattheHeart. Dots before the eyes, Yellow Skin, Headache generally over the right eye, Restlessnesa at night with fitful dreams, highly colored Urine. EF THESE WARNINGS ARE UNHEEDED, SERIOUS DISEASES WILL SOON BE DEVELOPED. TUTT’S PILLS are especially adapted to such cases, a single dose effects such a change of feeling as to astonish the sufferer. TUTT’S PILLS are compounded from snbstr aces that are free from any properties that can injure the most delicate organization. They Search, Cleanse, Purify, and Invigorate the entire System. By relieving the en» gorged 1.1 ver, they cleanse the blood from poisonous humors, and thus impart health and vitality to the body, causing the bowels to act naturally, without which no one can foci well. A Noted Divine says: Dr. TUTTDear Sir; For ten years I bnve been a martyr to Dyspepsia, Constipation and Piles. Last Spring your Pills were recommended to me; I used them (but with little faith), lain now a well man, have good appptite, digestion perfect, regular stools, piles gone, and I have gained forty pounds solid flesh. They are worth their weight in gold. Rev. R. L. SIMPSON, Louisville, Ky TUTT’S PILLS. ‘Their first effect is to Increase the Appetite, and cause the body to Take on Flesh, thus the system is nourished, and by Their Tonic Ac tion on the Digestive Organs, Regular Stools are produced. DR. J. F. HAYWOOD, OF NEW YORK, SAYS: *' Few diseases exist that cannot be relieved by re storing the Liver to its normal functions, and for this purpose no remedy h-; s over been invented that frita as h. ppy an effect as 'PUTT’S PILLS.” SOLD EVERYWHERE, PRICE 25 CENTS. Office 35 Murray Street, New York. t3F- Dr. TUTT’S MANUAL of Valuable Infor mation and Useful Receipts” will be mailed //•«* on application. Gray Hair or Whiskers charged to a Glossy Black by a single appiiciiii m of t his Dye- It im parts a Natural O lor, acts Li.v: 11 aneously* find is as Harmless as soring water. f'o:d by Druggists, <4 sent by express ou receipt oi Cl Office, 35 Murray St., New York. mar21 iyr. ¥ ROM now until April 1st, you can positively bu] the grandest bargains in DRY GOODS, NOTION'S, AND SHOES ever offered in Staunton at BELL’S DRY GOODS STORE, (Timberlake & Bell’s old stand.) On Auqusta Street. Ha ving a hiree stock on hand, it is my purpose to reduce It nt least one half b> April 1st. and in O der to do thish ve marked do'-'n ihe entire stock at prices .never before offered. X mean just what 1 say. I WILL SAVE YOU ?5 CTS. IN EVEKY DOLLAR YOU SPEND. Our best 10 cent (beached Cotton reduced to 8 cts. it it g tt st it it ti rj ti “ “ 8 “ “ “ “ “ G “ The “ heavy 4-1 brown “ “ “ 7 “ A heavy 4-4 Drown “ “ “ 6 “ A good 3-4 “ “ “ “ 4 “ The above prices need not be commented upon, they speak for themselv- s. A single visit to my si or. wdi convince you that the who.e stock wi.lbe offered at prices THAT MUST SELL THEM!! These extremely low prices will be strictly maintain ed uni il April 1st. and it■ wi 1 pay you to buy these goods f< r lui ure use No trouble to show goods and quote these low pi ices. GEO. it. BELL, Mr. R. M. Timberlake is with me and will be glad to s.. e his friends. mar 7 G. R. B. T HORNB1TRG & SHAFEK’S LIVERY AND BAGGAGE TRANSFER COMPANY, New street, near Railroad, STAUNTON, VA. All orders for Hacks, Buggies and li- Riding Horses, promptly attended to. r* Baggage called for or delivered to all — parts of the city, and for all Trains, at all hours. Day and Night, 20-1 QARRIAGEs AND BUGGIES. I wish to inform my friends that I have moved my Carriage Shop to my new building near the Virginia Hotel, where I will keep on hand carriages and bug gies of even’ description. By close attention to bu iness and fair dealing. I expect to give entire satis actiop. I will pay strict attention to repairing. Give me a call before purchasing. ianl4-tf J. H. WATER RLEirVl I !\IG’S CONFECTIONS! PSESCStlPTIOH FREE! 1 or tut* speedy Cure of Seminal Weakness. Lost Manhood and all disorders brought on by crotion or excess. Any Kruggist has the ingver diants. Address, tiv. W. A l'Of» *Lsctf\ Street, t'iueimndl, O apr4 aijfl Morohfnft hahftcnretf. OPIUM TiieOl’ig/nal and only absolute CURB stamp tor took on Opium E-ting, to W B Squire, Iv preeae Co., Xao* LOCAL DIRECTOR? Masonic.—Staunton Lodge No. 13.—J. Howard Wayt, Master; James Ker, Sec; etary. Meet at their lodge in Masonic Building the second and last Fri day nights in each month. Union Koyal Arch Chapter—W, H. H. Lynn, High Priest; James Ker, Secretary. Meets in Masonic Hall the second Tuesday night in each month. Stevenson Commandery—W. H. H. Lynn, Com mander; James F. Patterson, Recorder. Meets in Masonic Hall the fourth Monday in each month. Knights of Honor,-T. C. Morton, Past Dictator; W. W. Gibbs, Dictator; F. H. Link, Reporter. Meets every Monday night in Charity Temperance Hall. Odd Fellows—Staunton Lodge No. 45.—John C. Smith, Noble Grand ;O.S. Crowder, Secretay. Meets every Thursday night in Odd Fellows Hail. Central Encampment No. 24—W. M. Simpson Chief Patriarch; James W. Blackburn, Scribe. Meets second and fourth Tuesday In each month in Odd Fellows Hall. Hay Makers.—W. H. H. Lvnn, Grand Sultan; A. A. Eskridge. Secretary. Meets every Friday nigh in Fireman's Hall. a^iii|/viuiivu u'»-u,uta.— n i/in. Autjuauu uvuB» •*-*■ S. Hyde, W. C. T.; C. D. Hyde, W. IA. S„ Meets every Saturday night in Bruce’s building. Mizpah Lodge.—Wm. J. McCawley;Worthy Chief; John W. Bryan, Secretary. Neets every Thurs day night in Charity Hall over Wa/t’s drug store. Sons of Jonadab—Wm. B. Hyde, Worthy Chief: John M Heukle, Secretary. Meets every Tuesday night in Charity Hall Sons of Temperance. Sons of Temperance—G. <1. Bunch, Wot thy Patrl arch; Wm. Fuller. Worthy Secretary. Juvenile Templars.—J. W. Newton, Superinten dent ; J. Herbert Stiff, Secretary. 250 members—no regular meetings, Fire Department.—Augusta Fire Company_ Michael Cox. Captain; Thos. J. Crowder, Secretary Meets fourth Tuesday in every month at Firemen’s Hall Staunton Hook and Ladder Company.—J. M. Quarles, Captain; Sandy Wilson, Secretary. Meets on first Wednesday in each month at their headquar ters in the Sn ltvan building. Capt. J. H. Waters, Chief Engineer of Fire De partment. Military —West Augusta Guard—Wm. L. Bum gardner, Captain; Lewis M. Bumgardner,Secretary Meets in their armory in the Wayt building every Monday night. Regular meetings first Monday in each mmth Staunton Artillery—A. H. Fultz, Captain; N. M. Varner. Secretary. Meets at their armory near the C. & O. Depot every Tuesday night. Regular meeti ngs second Tuesday in each month. Stonewall Brigade Band —Prof. A. J. Turner,Con ductor; E. M. Cushing, President; W H. Barkman Secretary. Meets Tuesday and Friday nights every week. Religious—Young Men’s Christian Association.— H.M Mcllhany, Piesident; J. E. Guy Secretary Meets at their rooms in City Hall for all devotional exercises every Sunday evening at 3 X P. M. Direc tory meetings at the call of the President. Library open every evening from 5 to 9 P. M. jpoetrg. Time’* Thievery. “What do you seek my child, my child?” “Oh, sir, it is so small, A little faded, dusty chain Of daisies wet with summsr rain; Where have I let them fall?” “What seekest thou, sweet maiden, tall?" “Alas, it is not meet, ’Twas but a rosebud that one ki sed And gave me, strange I should have missed A token grown so sweet 1” “And what is it thou searched here?” “Indeed I do not know. For all the garlands of my spring Are faded, and the withering Was long, so lung ago. “But here perchance thou may'st have seen Their p-ta s blown aside. And marked, with teart how wet they were, Since by my dead love s sepi lchre They slowly droop ‘d and died.” Thus spoke the wom n who had miseed Some joy of life, and still I saw the old man on his scythe Lean like a v amor, tall and lithe; And smile and smile his fill. For, hidden ’neath his garment’s hem, Behold! the daisy chain, The rosebud, and the garland white, And what he holdeth hidden tight, He never yields again 1 —Rochester Democrat. THE MOBTAGED FABM. ‘•Six o’clock!” laid Marion Hilyard, looking up suddenly as the tall, old fashion clock in the corner rang out its shrill an nouncement; ‘‘six o’clock, and oh! mother here is Jennev Lane, punctual to the very moment. Now we shall have got d news from Jack, I hope.” She ran out to the gate, flushed and ea ger to receive the letter from the country carrier; and returning, seated herself on a low stool at her mother's feet, and broke the envelope. On the first glance of its contents a shade of disappointment dimmed her bright face.” Instead of reading the note aloud she glanced hurr edly over the brief lines, and then silently, with a quivering lip. placed it in her mother’s hand and turned aside to a window. This is what Mr. Hilyard read: “Dear Madam—I saw your son a few days since, when, to my surprise, he ex pressed bimsplf reluctant to apply his mo ney to the redeeming of the mortgage, say ing that he required it for a speculation I which promises to be more profitable to him than the bolding of the farm. I have, therefore, been compelled to dispose of the mortgage to a gentleman of my acquain , tance, who purposes to take immediate i possession; and I consider it my duty to inform you thereof, in order that you may lose no time in making arrangements for a removal. Very respectfully, Abnbr Harris.” Mrs. Hilyard returned the letter to its envelope with a trembling band and a daz ed, bewildered look, as though unable to realize the blow which had so suddenly fallen upon them. Her eyes met Marion’s, and the girl threw herself upon her knees by her mo ther’s side and burst into a passion of tears. “Oh, mother, mother! what shall we do? What will become of us?” “The Lord will provide,” said Mrs. Hil" yard, raising her overflowing eyes to the motto on the wall, embroidered by Mari on’s own hand. “Where is your faith, my child, that it should fail you In this the very hour of need?” “Mother, it is not so much the less of our home nor the poverty and trial in store which grieves me. but that Jack your son my brother—should have so changed. Oh, mother, I know that our Father in Heaven will not desert us, but to whom on earth can we turn when even Jack can become worldly and heartless?” At this moment a little blue.-eyed girl burst into the room with; ‘ Mama—Ma ion! here is Misa M is Anderson at the gate, in her bu g/. She says will you Step out a minute, for she wants to tell you a out old Mr. Mill vrd be ing sunstrnck; and she daren’t leave her hoise without somebody to hold him.” Marion was in no condition to listen tc ’Melia—the creates' gossip in the neigh borhood; so Mrs. Hilyard, drying her eyes, was in civilty compel!" d to see the inf r mal visitor. Marion, her head resting upon the window-sill behind the screen of cling ing roses, could have heard every word spoken; but, absorbed in her grief, she paid no attention until the name of Wat Hinton struck upon her ear. ‘ It’s true, for certain; for l^aria had it from his own sister, Aggie Hfnton. Say« Maria, in her wild way, ‘Ifbe comes back with all that money’—you know his unci* Samuel left him most of his property last year—says Maria, ‘if he comes back neb, I mean to set my cap for him.’ On which Aggie answers, ‘Oh, you needn’t;, for he’i to be married before long, and to a real nice, pretty girl.’ Of course, Maria wan ted to know all about it; but Aggie only laughed in her mysterious way, until Ma ria says, ‘1 believe you are joking?’ when Aggie replies, ‘If Walter isn’t married be fore winter I'll make you a present of my new earri gs which he has sent me.’ 8c you see it's certain sure; and no doubt he’ll bring his bride to visit his family, and then, tell Mariou, we may look out for a grand party. When the Hintons under take to do things, they always do it hand somely.” Marion stayed to hear no more. Glid ing out of the side door, she crossed th* garden, passing little Myra, who was fond ling 4 snow-white calf, her great pet and treasure, and who called out to her tc “see how fast Snowball was growing.” Poor little sister! It would be as hard upon her as upon her mother and herself to leave the dear old home, with all the scenes and objects endeared to them by the associations of their lives. For in that ample, pleasant, old-fashioned farm house Mrs. Hilyard had been born and man ied, and here her children also had first seen ths light. Two years ago her husband—who bad been too littls practical to make a success ful farmer—had died suddenly, leaving his affairs in a very embarrassed state and the farm burdened with a very heavy mort gage. Then Jack, good son and brother that he was, bad thought it best to go to the city, taking advantage of a situation offered him by a distant relative, until the mortgage should be paid off. Only two weeks ago he had written cheerfully that the matter would be speed ily settled to their satisfaction; and now, just as they were expecting to hear that their home was their own again, came this cruel letter. As Marion had said to her mother, not even the loss of their home went to her heart with so'sharp a pang as did this evi dence of the change in her only brother. That Jack should have grown so wordly and heartless as to consider his pecuniary advantage before the gratificatian of his mother’s comfort; that he should allow them to be actually turned out of the dear old home, and go to reside in the strange city, where they could never leel at home —oh, this was the bitterest pang of all! So Marion had thought upon first read ing that letter; and it was not until hear ing ’Melia’s words to her mother that she awoke to the consciousneess that fate could have even a greater sorrow than this in store for her. One year ago she had parted from her accepted lover, Wat Hinton, in mutual anger on both sides. Wat bad become jealous, and bad spoken sharply to her. and in a manner which she considered her self justided in resenting. Wat was too proud to apologize, and Marion too proud aa well as too delicate tc make advances to a reconciliation; and tc they had drifted apart, both miserable, until Wat had broken the last link by go ing off to the West. She heard of him from time to time through his family, but no word or mes sage to herself ever came. In all this while she had looked forward, with s faint, yearning hope to the possibility oi his some time returning, and of all being made up between them. But now this last hope was rudely stricken to the ground. Wat was going to be married. He had forgotten her, and was lost to her forever. “Oh. it is hard —so hard to bear!” thought Marion, as, with hands unconsci ously tightly clasped, she passed slowly under the apple-boughs of the old orchard. “Life is bitier. It has taken all rom me; it can have no more to give. Only my dear, dear mother and Myra! For theii sakes I must be strong and try to bear it all.” On the verge of the orchard, where the high bank sloped abruptly to the meadow she came to a mass of tanglvd honeysuckle fashioned into a rustic arbor. Wat had made it for her, and here, in fact, it was that they had last parted. l)own in the meadow ran a little path way, leading by a short cut to Wat’s home, a couple of miles away. How often she had sat hereof an evening and watched for him! She ceuld scarcely look back upon any time of her life, or upon any object now before her eyes, which was not connected with some association of Wat. There was the walnut tree which he and Jack used to climb, and there the clear, laughing brook in which he had taught her to steer the little boat which he had made for her, laden with grain, down tu Jack’s famous water-mill, at the roots of that old willow, Further up was the real Ogrist and saw mill” which Jack had always been so de, sirous of owning, and which everybody said would be such a good investment for one who could manage it properly. And then Marion, seated on the bench in the rustic arbor, turned and looked long and yearningly at the old farm-house peep ing from the *peat beeches across the or; chard. IjTo other place op earth could ever l# home to her. And her mpther! Qh, it would be harder still for her, whose whole life of fifty years had he« spent under that roof. A sudden sound aroused Marion—a sharp whistle, as of some one calling adog, land she saw through tear-dimmed eyes the , hgure of a man hurrying along the path way in the meadow. She drew back be hind the screen of honeysuckle. The path led past the arbor, built at the foot of the steep bank; and she would not be discovered in her retreat. So she thought; but a moment or two after there was a souud of footsteps ascending the bank, a rustle of the honey-suckle branches, and Marion saw standing in the entrance of the arbor the figure of a tall young man, who looked almost as much startled as herself. For an instant they gazed at each other —Marion pa’e, and the stranger with a flush risipg to his handsome face. Then he said, as he held out bis hand: “Marion, don’t you know me?” She gave him her hand in silence. It was Wat. And suddenly, with the sight of him came the full bitterness of her sor row, in the consciousness that he was lost to hsr folever. She was nothing to him now and he must be nothing to ber. ■ “I amt glad to have so unexpectedly found you here in this dear old spot,” he said. “I arrived at home only an hour ago, and could not rest until I had seen you.” tine met ms eyes, Dent upon ner wicn a strange earnestness, and her pale cheek faintly flushed, but she cou.d not have spoken a word. “Marion,” he said suddenly, “have you no welcome for me! Is it pi ssi'ole that you cannot forgive me?” “Forgive you?” “Yes ; for all my absurd jealousy and pride and folly. I have never had a happy moment since I parted from you, Marion, and I have come back at last to beg your forgiveness, and to beg, too, for the love which I forfeited, but which I cannot live without.” “I do not understand you, Wat. I do not know why you shduld speak thus to me, when—when you are going to be mar ried.” “Who told you that of me. Marion?” “It came from Agnes, your own sister. ” He smiled. “Aggie knows my wishes. It was she who encouraged me to come back. She thought you would forgive me. Will,you•> Marion, darling?” She had averted her face to hide her tear ful eyes, but he now took both her hands, and as he drew her towards him, a great tide of unsDeakable joy rushed over her, and she could only murmur faintly: Oh, Wat!” W hen they were both calmer she told of the heavy grief that had just fallen upon them. They must leave their dear old home, which had passed into the hands of strangers. “Of strangers, Marion? Do you call ms a stranger?” “You Wat?” He looked surprised in his turn! “Did you not know that it is I who have purchased the dear old farm? Did jou not rrcieve Jack’s letter?” “Oh, Walter, it cannot, cannot be true!” He took from a pocketbook a paper, which he opened and placed before her. It was the mortgag • which her father had given to Mr. Abner Harris. “And the place is really yours now?” she said, looking up radiantly through sudden tears. “Not mine, but ours, darling!” She was too happy to speak a word in answer. “You see, dear,” Wat said, “Jack and I talked it over the other day, and we agreed, as he was so anxious to purchase the mill and had n->t means sufficient for both, that I should take the farm, and leave him at liberty to invest in the mill property. It is the very best thing for Jack and for his mother, as I explained to her. if only she had received his letter. Jack is not fitted for a farmer, and could never have made much of the farm, as he will certain ly do with the mill. He came up with me, in order to attend to the matter. Forgive me that I neglected to inform you, but I left him behind in the maple field, talking with Aggie.” Marion starred up witn a giaa cry. , Coming down the opposite declirity of the meadow was aomebody, joyously waving , his hand, and in two minutes she was sob- ’ bing in her brother’s arms—sobbing from ’ a fullness of joy such as she had never in I her life before known. They hastened to the house, all three eager to gladen the heart of the mother. ; Jack sprang up the steps and took her ] in his arms, while Wat lifted Myra, who I had run to meet him in frantic delight. As Marion crossed the threshold, the old clock rang out a welcome chime. “Sev en o’clock!’’ said the girl softly. Her heart was full, and she turned away : and went quietly up to her own room. As ' she passed the clock, she looked up at it * with an expression almost of awe. “What a lifetime of misery and happi- 1 ness in one hour!” she murmured. * “Let the Mud Dry First.”—Here is f a capital lesson that may well be impressed , upon the memory of both young and old : ( Mr. Spurgeon, in walking a little way out of London to preach, chanced to get his ; pantaloons quite muddy. A good deacon - met him at the door and desired to get a j brush and take off some of the mud. “Oh, i no,” said Mr. “S., “don’t you see it is wet, and if you try to brush it now you will rub J the stain into the cloth? Let it dry, when t it will come off easy enough, and leave no i: mark.” So, when men speak evil of us l falsely—throw mud at us—don’t be in a » hurry about brushing it off. Too great t eagerness to rub it off is apt to rub it in. c Let it dry; by and by, if need be, a little (, effort will remove it. Don’t foster scan- li dal about yourself or others, or trouble in y society, or in a church, by haste to do t something. Let it alone; let it dry; it will t be more easily eradicated than you think in the first beat of excitement. Time has a a wonderful power in such matters. Very j, many things in this world will be easily b got over by judiciously “letting them h dry.” --M Wl -- U It is one of the proofs of the indestruc? e tible religious nature of man that it is * easier to rob him of his liberty than of his d conscience, even though it be a supersti tious one; easier to despoil him of bis goods t than of his gods, though he would so ofteq I gain by the loss; easier to enslave his body t than coerce his mind, S Poets of One Song. THOSE WHO H AVE SUNG ONE SONG AND DIED—OKIGIN OF SOME POPULAR POEMS. “Sing many songs that thou mayest be remem bered.'’—Isaiah xxiii: 16. This is rather a satire than a serious re cipe for securing fame. It is more easy to reu ember a single masterpiece than a multitude of splendid things, and great authors’ names generally go, in public mention, with the name. of some single great work of theirs. It is surprising to find how many people of real merit have “sung one song and died.” They saved themselves a world of useless labor for fame by striking twelve the first time Somewhat like the following, the authoi and Ins best production have found a lodgement in minds: Henry Carey—God Save the King. Hopkins—Hail Columbia. Key—Star Sp ngled Banner. John Howard Payne—Home Sweet Home. Charles Wolfe—Burial of Sir John Meore. Charles Kingsley—The Three Fishers. Edgar A. Poe -The Kaven. Tom Hood—The Song of the Shirt. Bret Harte—The Heathen Chinee. The history of some of the poems which hare immortalized their authors will be found interesting. Hood’s touching lyric, “The Song of the Shirt,” was the work of an evening. Its author was prompted to write it by the condition of thousands of working women of London. The effect of its production was foreseen by two persons—the poet’s wife and Mark Lemon, the editor oi “Punch.” ‘‘Now mind, Tom; mind my words,” said his devoted wife, “this will tell won derfully. It’s one of the best things you ever did.” Mr. Lemon, looking over his letters one morning, opened an envelope inclosing a poem which the writer said had been re jected by three London journals. Hi begged the editor to consign it to the waste paper basket if it was not though' suitable for “Punch” a3 the author wa* “sick at the sight of it.” The poem was signed Tom Hood, and was entitled the “Song of the Shirt.” It was submitted to the weekly meeting of the editors and principal contributors, several of whom opposed its publication as unsuitable to the pages of a comic jour, nal. Mr. Lemon, howevet, was so firmb impressed with its beauty that he publish ed it on December 16,1843. “The Song of the Shirt” trebled the sale of the paper and created a profound sensation throughout Great Britain. People of every class were moved by it. Ii wa* chanted by ballad singers in the street*! of London and drew tears from the eye* of princes. Several years after the au thor’s death the English people erected a monument over bis grave.—The rich gave guineas, the laborers and sewing women gave shillings and pence. Sculptured < n it is the inscription devisdd by himself: “He sang the Song of the Shirt.” “The Old Oaken Bucket” was written fifty or more years ago by a printer named Samuel Woodworth. He was in tbs habit of dropping into a noted drinking saloon, kept by one,Mallory. One day, after drink ing a glass of brandy and water, he smacked his lips and declared that Mallory’s brandy was superior to any drink that he had ever tasted. “No,” said Mallory, “you are mistaken. There was a drink which in both our esti mations far surpassed this.” “What was that?” incredulously asked Woodworth. “The fresh spring water we used to Irink from the old oaken bucket that hung in the well, after returning from the fields >n a sultry day.” "Very true,” replied Woodworth, tear drops glistening in his eyes. Returning to bis printing office, be seat id himself at bis desk and began to write. !n half an hour The old oaken hue et. the iron-bound bucket. Che moss covered bucket which hung in the well.” vas embalmed in an inspiring song that las become as familiar as a household vord. Authors do not always appreciate their rood work. We all have enjoyed Camp lell’s “Hohenlinden,” and every school >oy has shouted: “The combat deepens; on ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave I” Yet Campbell did not know whether this ine ballad was worthy of publication. He ind Sir Walter Scott were once travelling n a stage coach, and, as they were alone, hey repeated poetry in order to beguile be time. At last Scott asked Campbell o repeat some of his own poetry. Camp isll said there was one thing be bad writ en, lie never printed. It was full of ‘drums and trumpets and blunder-busses ,nd thunder,” but he didn’t know if there vas anything good in it. Then he repeat d “Hohenlihden.” Scott listened with the greatest interest, ,nd when he bad finished broke out with ■But, do you know that's very fine. Why t is the best thing you ever wrote, and aust be printed.” Mrs. Hemans’ “^he Boy stood on the lurning Beck” is familiar to every school oy; but the history of the littlo hero thus nmortaliied is not generally known, iwen Cassabianca, a native of Corsica, as born in 1688. His father was a die- < nguished French politician and naval immander, and his mother a bt autiful ; orsicaa lady. But she died young, and • tf.e Owen went With bis father m a war ' Bgsel, and at the early age of ten he pgr. I cipated with his father in the battle of 10 Nile. The ship caught fire during the actio id Capt. Cassabianca fell wounded ai isensible upon the deck, while the bra iy unconscious of his father’s fate, he is place at the battery. The flames rag round him; the crew fled one by one, ai rged the lad to do the same, but be reft 1 and fought on until the whole ves< as in flames, losing hi* fife ln the treme ms explosion which followed. AH of us are familiar with the PIettvl Scottish ballad, “Conj,;n» thro’ t Tug * 7® field U meant, but who eversa Scottish hc&ie walking through a field I llllHWWi —f , adve«tising bates Advertisements inserted at the rate "of One Dollar per square of eight lines of Nonpareil for the first, and 50 cents for each subsequent insertion The following rates will be charged for advertise. .- - — - - fhs:--. ments published for 3,6 or 12 mom 3m. Cm. 13m. $5 00 * 7 50 *12 00 7 50 1200 1800 10 00 17 50 25 00 12 00 20 00 30 00 15 00 25 00 35 00 17 50 30 00 40 00 20 00 35 00 45 00 2 3 4 5 Sourer 3m. 6m. 12a 8 *22 SO *40 00 $50 00 9 25 00 45 00 55 0* 75 00 125 0* Transient advertisements payable INVAKIA BLY IN ADVANCE; quarterly, semi-annual anC yearly advertisements payable per quarter. Obituaries, announcements of candidates for office communications calling upon, advocating or opposia candidates, and all communications or notices of per sonal or private character, or intended or calculated to promote any private enterprise or interest, will be charged for as advertisements. 49“ Special notices 20 cents per line for every in. sertion. r>e or any other grain? The river R>e, at Daily, in Ayrshire, is meant. Before the lays of bridges it was no easy matter to cross rivers without paying such a penalty -is has immortalized Jennie in the eld bal lad. Burns wrote the ballad and Brown modernized it. As Burns wrote it, it in cludes the river plainly enough: “Jenny’s a’ wet, puir bodie, Jenny's seldom diy; She draggitt a’ her pettlcoatie Cornin’ turo’ the Eye.” Rye is spelled with a capital R. The air is nearly pentatonic—the onlyF. which oc cu * in the melody being very character istic and effective. It would be appropriate, in this connec nection, to refer to’ Bishop Heber, whose learned Brompton lectures and able arti cles in the “Quarterly Review” are weigh ed down by a single matchless missionary hymn. It came about in this wise: While he was rector at the Episcopa church at Hodnet, Shropshire, ha paid a visit to his fa; her-in-law. Dr. Shipley, the Vicar of Wrexham, on the border of Wales, On the next day, which was Sabbath, Dr. Shipley was to deliver a discourse in behalf of the “Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Lands.” Knowing his son-in-law’s happy gift in rapid composition he said to him: “Write something for us to sing at the missionary service to-mor row morning.” Short notice that, for a man to achieve his immortality. Heber retired to another part of the room and in a little time pre pared three verses of the popular hymn commencing: “From Greenland’s icy mountains.” Dr. Shipley was delighted with the pro duction, but Heber was not satisfied. “The sense is not complete,,” he said. In spite of Dr. Shipley’s earnest protest. Heber re tired for a few moments longer, and then, coming back, read the following glorious bugle blast which rings like the reveille of the millenial morning; “Walt, wait, ye winds the story, And you, je waters, roll, Till like a sea ol glory, It spreads from pole to pole! TiU o'er our ransomed nature. The Lamb lor sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.” The next morning the people of Wrex ham church listened to the first rehearsal fa lyric which has since been echoed by millions of voices round the globe. No profane hymn-tinker has ever dared to lay his bungling finger on a single sylla ! ble of these four stanzas, which the Holy Spirit moved Heber to write. FAEM AND FIBESIDE. Six Recipes for Removing Freckles.—(1.) Get ten cents worth of rum-benzoin and alcohol. Let it stand until the gum has dissolved sufficiently to redden the alcohol, and then pour off this mixture into a pint bottle, to the depth of half an inch, and fill the bottle with soft water. The preparation will then resem >le milk, and is ready for use. Bathe the freckles with a soft cloth dipped in the li quid. If the skin smarts under the appli cation, add a little more rain water. (2.) Take I eef’s gall, half an ounce; salaratus, ;borax, and gum guaiac, of each a quarter of an ounce pulverised; alcohol and rose water, of each a quarter of a pint; mix and let staud ten days, shaking occasionally. Use as a wash twice a day. You can get this wash made up at the drug stores; it will cost you about thirty cents. (3.) Emulsion of almonds one pint, powdered borax two drachms, mix and apply to the face night and morning. (4.) Sour bran water applied to the face at night and al lowed to dry there will remove freckles and sunburn in a short time; will make the skin smooth and fair but very easy to freckle again. (5.) One quarter gallon rain water, one ounce aqua ammonia, one ounce rose water, two ounces glycerine; mix well; shake before using. (6.) One ounce of lemon juice mixed with a quarter drachm of sugar will remove freckles. Keep this lotion in a glass bottle, corked tightly, a few days before Using; and apply to the freckles occasionally. Washing Black Calico.—(1) piae# the garment in an iron kettle; cover with soft water, cold; allow it to com* to boil ing. The water becomes quite black, but never mind. Pour the contents into a tub add more water and wash with soap, as other calico. Rinse ihoroughly in clear water, and starch as follows. For each dre-s take five cents’ worth of white glue dissolve in hot water, pour into half a pail of cold water, and use as staich. (2.) Take warm soft water in your tub; no soap, but in its place a dish of cora-meal, dry; rub on the calico the same as soap, then rub ’n the wash-board, rinse in two waters hang wrong side out in the shade. (3.) Strain suds after boiling white clothes and in this boil your calico ten minutes’ then take in blue water , rub till clean* rinse well and starch with starch made of Blear coffee. (4.) Use no soap; take two eegs up in soft water; rinse and dry if there are any greas* spots, rub a little egg on before wettlag the dress. (5) Take boiling suds and rub out as quick as cool Bnough for the hands; rinse in clear wa ter, and stiffen in skim milk; iron on the wrong side. This Orchard.—Apple trees may beset swenty feet apart with advantage, and will then pay greater profit by far than if let at thirty or forty feet, and a grain crop s grown under the trees. You cannot if ten kill two birds with one stone or grow ;wo crops on the same ground; an orchard houjd be kept for fruit alone. Wood ashes ire the best fertilizer for fruit trees, if they lannot be had potash salts and lim* will >e the best substitute. Bread Fried Cakes.—Take any bits )f bread you may have left after meals; ioak them in milk, or milk and water, un U perfectly soft; mash fine; add two eg vs, nnch of soda, salt to taste, and enough lour to make them fry nicely; drop the poonfuls into thot butter or lard. These ire inexpensive and good, and a better vay to, use dry bread than in puddings. Farmer’s Jelly Gake.—One cup soar iream.one cup of sugar, one egg, one small easpoon of soda; beat the egg and sugar ogether; and flour enough to make a hick batter. 15 ike in round tins and pread jelly between.