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0 ie4'qare, (or lessS asertlona, ' " Eacbadditiiofiaiiasettion, . ' Three months, - ' ' '. " Sisaonihi, -' Twelve months, - - -One fouttnof eeoluraoper year, " half . enlumn '. . ' ft 0 at s oo 5 00 8 00 u oo 18 00 80 00 Alloverasquare charged" at twotqutres. IXAdvertisements inserted till forbid tttie xpense of the advertiser. JOB WORK xeeutel althiaOftice with nealnesa atdde pitch, it the lowest possible rates,. ' Poetical. From the Louisville Journal. Away, Away, with the Bridal Veil. BY MARY A. REEVES. AwT, away, with the bridal veil, 1 And the orange gnrlaod fair, For the smooth young brow is cold and pals That we dentiuod, these to wear. And the slender form it still and low. Which we thought would be this night A r raved injhose robes of spotless snow And decked with thole jewels bright. " We'll wrap her form in the winding sheet, And a rose-bud white shall rest (Of her own pure life an emblem sweet) Ou her cold and pulseless breast. Her runny locks we will leave as free As they were in by-gone days, When she touted them back in girlish glee From her fair and smiling face. Oh, then away with the bridal veil And the orange garland fair, Tor the smooth young brow is cold and pale That we destined those to wear. f And the crimsou lip aud eye of blue ' No longer of lve may speak, And goue is the trembling, wild-rote hue That played on bur pearly cheek. m The angel bands in the world above Have welcomed a sister borne. And bright is she in that land of lore, Where the ills of earth ne'er come. Awsy, away with the llBuhiug gems , And the bridal robes of white. For her brow is girt with a diadem, And ber rubes are like the light. But there is one who will see her rest In her silent beauty there, With speechless woe in his aching breast, And a look of mute despair Be will come with jovful henri to claim His lovely and youthful bride; lie will go again,but not as he came With a soul of joy aud pride. He will go with weary, weary heart To mourn for the treasure (led, To bear in his breast grief's poisoned dart, And arinh thnt he. too. were dead. Oh. joy for the young bride, pore aud bright, w'.l t f i. : U1....I vi un me auei iejrivu unw, But woe for him on whose soul the blight Of a mourner's grief doth rest. Miscellaneous. COL. CRICKLEY'S HORSE. ' I have never been able to ascertain the cause of the Quarrel between the Crickley1 nd the Drakes. They had lived within a aiile of each other in Illinois for five years, and from their first acquaintance, there had bee a mutual feeliiie of dislike between the tw6 families. Then some misunderstanding about the boundary or their respective larms, reveal ed the latent flame, and Col. Crickley having followed a lame buck all one afternoon and vouuded him, came up to him and found old Drake and his sons outline him up! This in cident added fuel to the fire, and from that time there was nothing the two families did not do to annoy each other. The? shot each other's ducks in the river, purposely mistf-king them for wild ones, and then by way of retal iation, commenced killing off each other's pigs and calves. , One evening Mr. Drake the elder, was re turning home wiih his "pocket full of rocks," from Chicago, whither he had been to dispose 'oft load of grain. Sam Ilarton was with him on the wagon, and as they approached flic grove which intervened between them and Mr. Drake's house,he observed to his compan ion !' ' "What a beautiful mark Col.Crickleys'sold Roan is over yonder ?" , "Hang ill" muttered old Drake, "so it is." .The horse was standing under some trees, alwtit twelve rods from the road, k Involuntarily, Drake stopped his team. He glanced furtively around, then with a queer mile the old hunter took up his rifle.from the bottom of the wagon, and raising it to his boulder, drew a sicht on the Colonel's horse. "Beautiful !' muttered Drake lowering his rifle with the air of a man resisting a power ful temptation. "I could drop old Koan easvl" "Shoot." suggested Sam Barton, who loved fun m any shape. "No, no, 'twouldn't do," said the old hun ter, glancing cautiously around him again. ' i "l won't tell," said Sam. "Wal. I won't shoot this time, any way, tell or no tell. The horse is too nigh. If waitfifiy rods off instead of twelve, so there'd be a bare possibility or mistaking mm lor 3eer, I'd let fly- As it is, I'd give the Colo nel five dollrs for a shot.!' . At that moment the Colonel himself step ped from behind a big oak, not half a dozen paces distant, ana stooa oeiore mr. ura&e "Well, whv don't vou shoot ?'' . The old man stammered in some wolds confusion: "That you Colonel. I I was tempted to declare! And as I said, I'll give you a V ' one pull." 'Say tn 'X' and ils a bargain !" ' Drake felt of hi rifle, and looked at. Roan: "How much is the boss wutht" he muttered in Sam's ear. "About 150." ' "Gad, Col. , I'll do it. Here's your 'X !"' ' '. The Colonel, took and pocketed the money. muttering "Haneed if I thought you'd lake me up." ' With inch glee, the old hunter put a fresh i rap on his rilfe, stood up in his wagon, drew a close sight at old Roan. Sam Barton L chuckled. The Col. put his hand befure ' face and chuckled too. 1 '! "Crack!" wqnt the rifle. The hunter out a hor.u) oath,' which t wilknot repear, 't. Bam wa,i astonished. SHie Colonel laughed. ' .Old Roan never stirred. - Drake starred at hi rifle with t face . black as Othello's. , . . , "What's the matter with vou. hey t lima you ever aarved me quite such a trick, .'weaf'-.i..-A-v.r.i And Drake loaded the piece with . wrath ana indignation.- ' "People shid you'd lost your nsck o' thoot . ing," observe thai, Colonel in a cutting " bf satire.'- ' ' ."Who said sot r It's lie I" thundered .Drake. VI can shoot, : "A horseatten rods f ha I ha" Drake was livid. ., . -i "Look yert Colonel, I ean't stand that J" v 'Nevefmind, tht Jarta can," sneered " Col.. Til risk Vou." ' 1 v. Grinding bit tee'th, Drakt produced tnothei ... MB aollit Bill. ,-, -ft v'V 3 14) V,U rtl't flr-V r3 V,T)i!Y ' ' 1 R -Hlfireil i i hi a. hi i im i - iib i hi ilia l its r -suavfa a , t BY W. 0. GOULD. fearless and Tree." $l,50per Annum in Advance. Kefr Scries. EATON, PREBLE COUNTY, 0. JULY 13. 1851. Vol. II, No. I. Is "Here," he growled, "I'm bound to have nother shot any way." . "Crack away," cried the Colosrl, pocketing the note. Drakt did crack away with deadly aim too but the horse did not mind the bullet m the least.. To the rage tud unutterable as tonishment of the old hunter, old Roau look ed him right in the face, as if he rather liktd the fan. "Drake." cried Sam "you're drunk I A nrse at doien tods oh, my ye ! ' "Just shut voue mouttn or I'll shoot you I" Uiundered the excited Drako. "The bulM was hollow I'll swear. The man lies that savs I cant shoot ! Last week I cut off a goose's head nt fifty rods, and I cando it again. By the Lord Marry, oionei, you can laugn, but 1 11 bet now, thirty dollars, I can bri g down old R"an at one shot." The wager Was readily accepted, lhe Stakes were placed in Sam's hands, Elated with the idea ol winning back his two tens, and making an "X" into the bargain. Drake carefully selected a perfect ball, and even buckskin patch, and beaded the rifle. It was now nearly darn, oui ine oia hunter boasted of being able to shoot a bat on the wing by starlight, and without hesitation he drew a clear sight on old Roan's head. A minute later, Dnike was driving through the grove the most enraged, the most desper ato of men. His rife, innocent victim of his ire, lay with a broken stock on the bottom of the wagon. Sam l.arion was too much fright ened to luiiyh. Meanwhile the gratified Col., was rolliiiRonlhegrounu convinced with mulh, nd old Koaii was standing undisturbed umier the trees. When Drtfe reached home his two sens discovering his ill-hntnor, and the mutilated condition of his rifle stock, hastened to arouse his spirits wun a piecei or news, wmcn mey were sure would muke him dance for joy "i learoutl" growled the angry old man. "I don't want to hear airy news; get awa, or I shall knock one of yon down I" "But father, it's sucrj a trick!" -Bla't you ond your trick 1" "Played off on the C ijonel "On the Colonel ?" cried the old man begin ning to1)o interested. j'Oad' if you've play ed the Colonel a tnck, let's heat it" "Well, father, Jed went out for deer "Hang the deer,' com "Couldn't find any must shoot something; s Jed banged away at the Colonel's old Rocn-l-shot him dead !" "Shot old Roan !" thtndered the hunter. "By the Lord Harry, Ued, did you shoot the Colonel's old boss 7,' "I didn't do anythingelse." "Devil ! devil I" groaned the hunter "And then." oursuad Jed. confident the joke; part of the story m ist please his father, "Jim and 1 propped the horse up, and tied his head bck with n cord, and left bim standing under the tree just as if he was alive. Ha 1 ha 1 Fancy the Colonefl going to eaten nun ! hoi hoi wa'nt it a joki t" Old Drake's bead felon his brest. He felt for his emntv Docket book, and looked for his rifle. Then u a rueful tone he whispered to nd I, this afternoon r to the trick !" ber, but thought we ever ypu tell it or if 1 skin you alive I I've ead horse half an hour ths boya "Iff a joke! But i you do Sam Barton I'i been shooting at that I at ten dollars a shot !f At that moment Sara fell into the gutter. Sam bad laughed biinjself almost to death. Women and Tears. so he These two topic are properly put in con- ne tion at the head ot oui poragrapn, since; as the logicians-so j, "the latter flows na'.u rallv from the foriier." As pathos and June oit nearly oppositdvides of the same thing, so women cry os easily as they inugn, ana, we are inclined to lliiek enjoy the latter diversion quite as much aa the former.' "The luxury of woe,"a s'imefeiitimeiilniist has called it, is to them a satisfaction even more intense than that of making a lover jealous or a rival envious. Sometimes, indted, crying becomes an evil, (a enjiig evil, of course,) like any amusement wheh it is indulged to excess. Tears.no doubt, rtay be "run into the ground," which iscertainlj "carrying the thing too far." Yet, for real, htartfelt grief, handsome eyes, whether black or blue, are n l often spoiled by w eping. At water always finds its level, the lachrymal fountain usually regulates u- If, "a wise arovision of nilure," as natu ralists say. V hen a '"' cries he is either in deep affliction or drunk. But, fortuiintely, woman can weep without either gnei or ebriety. Let tiKin weep. To cloud a woman's eyes would be'os unkind as it sounds profane. Let her cry if she likes; she will feel the bet ter for it ani look none the worse. Tkt away her rigAto if you will, b t don't deprive ber of this most beautiful and valuable tcatcr Boston Post. in I for old and his tore as Fust I great tone he tbt JTSnipesbas added the following tohis Lit any: From snndiinonious mothers, who court for others from smiling Misses whose only wish is, to sport, with hearts and their distresses, pray, deliver us! .From creaking doors, "confounded bores," wife Hint shores protect us ! From wsntofgold, wives that scold, maid ens too oU, aud to sharpers "sold" preserve us I From coolie's gripes, smoke pipes and Mrs. Snipes deliver us I From riodest girls, with waving curls, and teeth of pearls -never minJt ITTAwae was one day sneaking of two his acquaintances who had gone west, wriere new cohere were generally attacked with ague the firsl season, and said he wenner oi these Wo men will be afflicted." Why not?" inquire! a bystander. ''Because," was the reply 'tone of them is too lazy to shake, and the otlfer-won't shake uulsss he geU payed ICTBappiness is a swift-winged fairy, whom humaa beings have been endeavoring to entrap for nis, but in vain. Youththinkthatasnrt time inly will elaps ere it will be within their grasW; but. as year after year rolls on without the altainmentof theobiect. hone sink within the Ifeast.; It does not die, but remains dor mant! ready to be kindled into new life by slightest glimpse, of the fairy who once appear- easonear., . . . , t. BTThere i often more comfort, mote genu ine friendship to be met with from sn humble unpretending friend than from those whose and professions are placed on higbter standard j aye, ana more to De ienrneu too, in the greatest school of all that of truth and simplicity;. ' ,i i . i i I im. ii i torn . rr Sensitive persons dread to trust what thty eat their happiness to the hands of others and so thev withdraw into themselves) forget ting that love must be generous as well itrvsnt, or it can never mini iu omce. , . f' j.;:r,,,'i ! .!. j v.; . vi Y;v v: !Vi-:;v''. i'.'v.i; .v ' DEATH IN THE ATTIC. a Darkness rests like a pall 'upon the streets, which are now deserted. The busy throng which has swept the thoroughfares until late et night, Las ceased to flow, and the great metropolis ho longer throbs its living tide thrjugh the accustomed arteries. The snow has lecn falling far an hour, and the sharp gusty wind sweeps round the corner and goes wailing down the dim avenues as if sorrowing for human woe. The lamp lights gleam pale and sickly out through thestorm. The police man, or some reveller, and the winds alone disturb the silence that reigns. Turn nownward where the lepers of want and vice aave gathered as ir in sympathy. The foul crater is active, for its more deidly fumes ascend in the darkne-sof Hie night. I'own below the aurlnce ot the eartn, are p ts. where the ruffianly end the vile are at their revels. There is a faint deadly glare from the dirty windows, and in spite of the wintry blast, an occasional breath of the r im hell reeking beneath And an occasional ha I ha ! to mingle with the shrieking of the wind, Here is a dark alley scar e wide enough, to admit a person; running back where no light beaks in upon the impenetrable darkness. The foot strikes a step, and we climb upward upon a creaking flight ol stairs. The snow and wind whirl fiercely over the roof and shako the crazy structure to its foundation, but we lean closer to the walls, aud mount upward. Five stories up, and we stand upon the narro pisiform ond peer down w.th a whin ing brain into the black ocean below. Turn ing into a narrow hall we stand before a shat tered door, revealing a feeble light within. Even in this winter night, the miasms of pol lution Hoots through the building like a pesti lence. What a scene as we enter that chamber ! Here poverty and want reign in their ghostly loneliness and solitude. The silence of deso lation broods over all, and the faint lamp light nickeung to its wane is like the beam which creeps up from the exhalations of the grave. There is not u coal in the grate, nor a chair in the room. The gusts of wind sift the snow through the cracks by the door, and an invol untory chi'l steals over the surface and then into the heart. Starvation, gaunt, pinched, and spectral, stalks before the imagination and mingles a toottaii with every gust that rattles the shattered door. . And do human creatures dwell in such abodes as this J Hist I Tbe're is a sound in that dark corner. There is a sound as if a life of agony were at once crushed from the heart. And then t spectre form slowly rises and stalks towards the light. It is a woman, but God! how thin and hag gard ! A fiercer gust shakes the old building. She stands in a listening attitude as its low wail dies away, and then, wildly staring at vacancy, takes her seat mechanically on a box by the light. Her face is thin, and every fea ture the fool print of unalterable agony. The eyes are sunken and inflamed, but as tearless as her cheek and lip are bloodless. The latter is thin and drawn closely, as if in mortal suf fering, over her teeth.' She leans over the waning taper, and takes a garment in her hand upon which she has been sewing. How fearfully tearless and calm she appears. We look until some night-mare fascination chains us to the spot. Save a startling wilduesa about the eye, it would not seem that those features had ever been stirred by a human passion. She holds her hands towards the light in the attempt to thread her needle but fails; and still, with her bauds distended, ftares at the dim taper. There is a stirring in the heapof rags beside her and tl.e woman starts as if stung by an adder. The faintest flush passes over her cheek, and she mutters to herself as she hur riedly essays to thread her needle. From that heap of rags a boy has come forth! Child of ten years he stands before that spectral mother, and in husky whispers asks for bread. She stares strangely into his face, and still muttering to herself. The boy is almost.naktd and shiveringVith cold, and upon those childish features hunger has written enough to pierce the hardest heart. The very look is hopeless, heart-breaking ag ony. The child bows his head in that wom an's lap with a sob-like moan, and then moves with a languiJ step to the g ate, and lays his fingers already blue with cold, upon the frosty iron. The chill causes him to start, and he re turns moaning to the woman. The hand has fallen into her lap, and the boy lays his cold cheek uponfit and weeps. She laugh), but it is the low, horrible ha I ha ! or the maniac. "Mother, dear mother! give me one mouth ful of bread. Hain't there enough where Pn has gone? Mother, will God give me bread I say my prayers 7 The child kneels, and the prayer his mother taught him soei feebly up against the wail of the blast, and then with weanuess anu hunger, the little pleader falls to sleep on bis knees, his head on his mothers hand. That mother smiles as she still stares at vacancy. of at tainments a The storm has passed, and the morning lit'lit of the Sabbath dawns upon the great city. The church bells are pealing out the Sabbath melody, and gay throngs of people are vending along to the ricniy turmshen churches. Here are shawls which a queen might envy, and equipages of princely splcn ib. . Enr'y this Sabbath morning, a co'd-hearted Landlord goes up the lone stairway for the promised rent and knocks at the door which the reader lias already entered. He awaits but a fnoment and angrily enters. "No playing games with me madam. I hat itiney or leave. D'ye hear, woman?" The ruffian was used to scenes of suffering, but he started back at the one before him. That pale, haggard woman-'pectre was still seated by the lamp now burned out, (he gar ment a id needle in her hand, and that horrible smile upon her feotu es, and that wild eye gaznig into vacancy. The lamp ot life, loo, had waned during that cold dreary night, and a corpse there, holding the needle in the emaciated fingers, and smiling in death. The boy slept against the rigid and pulseless form of the toil, hearl-broken, hungered mothei. That day the officer entered the tireless chamber to -remove -the dead sesmstress. that dark corner, where the woman wts seen, was the husband. . He bad been a corpse for more than ten days, and she toiling to starvation, and watching with the shroud less, unburied dead. The two found a home and an endless in Potter's Field, and the pmohed and starr ing boy bread in the tlms-boute. - as A Genius has invented a spy-glass of won derful power. He said be looked through at t third cousin, and it brought him relatively nearer than any ol hi Brothers, . , SCENE IN A PRINTING OFFICE. if "Here. You Mister I Did ypu print that pa per t" " w oy--t -yes, pernaps. nar, men v "How came you for to go for to put in that lie about my aunt I" "Pray point it out." "Here 'tis, (reacts) "i warn an personi against harboring my wife Dorothy as she has behaved in a very unbecoming manner,' Ac. Now what do you mean py printing such li bellous stuff, eh t" VO' I know nothing abour your annt Doro thy. You must settle the mailer with your Uncle Rubab, who signs the notice." "I mutt, must 1 ? Well I'll see about it." "I 8sv. Mr. Editr', why don't you blow up that nuisance that lies here in the street under your own noe, forever?" "It is enough forme to smell' it. Good morninir." Can I get you to advertise a lot of things I've got to sell 1" "Oh ves is the advertisement ready, "No can'tyou write it for me ? I'll tell you what they are. Though, come to think of it, I must 0 an I see if they are all there. You can write, I 'spose T" "The paper is nearly ready tor press." Well I'll be back in an hour or two." "What the old Harry's the reason you don't send my paper ?" "It's the carrier's fault and his name is Peter not Harry." "But if he don't stop and leave it next time, I will that's oil.'" "Oh, don't the error shall be corrected." "You didn't report my sloop, Mister. Ti sloon Kettle Bottom, from Clam Harbor, Cap tain Rakes, with a cargo of quawhogs arrived last Sundav.' "That was after the last paper was print er!." "But you might have got it in, for we laid off and on a while twenty four hours." "O, yes. we might; but you should have got in first." "Please let me look at your files say about twenty or eighteen months back. Iwant to find when old Mrs. Goit died, and who settled her estate." "Bv all means. There thev are. sit down." "But vou've got better eye-sight than I.-" Just look over them for me. It won't take more than an hour or so. You see I never knew she was dead, you know and I expect some of her property." "Then yon should have tauen me papers "Well, now and then I borrow one at the next door, to send off to cousin Malachi and that answers my turns." You must stop my paper after to-aay. i have so much to do that I can spare no time to read it." "Discontinue mv paper tfyou please, trom date. Times are so dull that I must retrench Sixpence a week comes to a whole dollar in three months." "Stop sending our paper Father's rone to the Sou-West Indies, and mother sends him all the news." "Don't send any more papers to Feter uriev ous up in the country-,' fBul who pays his bill L- He is. three years in arrears." "Well, I can't help it. You'd better write Xlavbe he'll Dav. if he can." "That name in the Marriage last week wasn't spelt riirht. It should have been Me hitohls. not MHbitabel. Just alter it next tmr." "0 to be sure. If we tit the belle, we'll opoloeize." , "Mr. Printer Mr ereat Uncle died three weeks ago, and you never noticed it." "Howshould I record the event, wunoui ae ing furnished with the necessary particulars ?" "tint 1 thought you Knew cvcriuing. This 1 knu'. thnt his atinev beir woulu have sent the requisite information to the office had he been aware that sucn nonces are puu- lished gratis." "Will there be a war i" "I guess not." rn t have some handbills struck off I I have broucht on a collection of wax figures as larue as life. The witch of Endor, King Kicnaru wun crooked shin and all the other great men. Please make out a flaming sheet, auoui two feet Ion?, all full of print. What'U be the damage ?" "Two or three ootiars, prouauiy. t "Oh abominable! Why, I never give but a dollar." . . . "Sister brother wadst you to give ner spoonful bf printers ink to put on a ring- wormb. . . "Just call on the apprentice in the printing office he'll give you some." "What, Jid Colids, in there i "Yes, and blow i, yes. iuium .,Wi,..w w your Drains out men Bo io iuc . CBetler wait on the cook than on the doc tor. Better lose a supper ttnn take physic. The comic almonac says: "It takes three spring to make one leap year." sat In first test it .:.t .v1.;k;i,i in tt,n.ffnf nO)'7 U at-IIUWll.il. (..Hiuiiv 3 " .W.tnil. wn he isa wat ne for t bone. M o ' Children and chickens must always oe uica- mg. Drink wine and have the gout; drink none, and have it loo. . , , Eat little at Dinner, less at supper, sleep i r, i I . i did u, anu live mug. tnrPunch says "Little children aro lilies of the valleys of life." n e uus.,iilB ju.t lnnd nir nut all niL'lit. was bad v lrost-bitten. :. r. , t..n ti, XV line l lidjucmij. uu.iimg it crest stamped on a silver spoon Fast men, like fast livers, rre generally shallowest. Oood intentions, like the waxen wings learus, melt with the morning sun. ' The lady who made a dash has since brought her husband to a full stop. The larger the school fund the less the pris on allowance. . ' Men of profound thoughts and earnest minds are at great disadvantage With public. - ' Love, charily and science can alone make bappy and tranquil in this world. - A godly life is the strongest argument you con offer to the sceptic.;. Preaching is of much avail; but practice potent. . A valentine is the first letter which a young girl learns iu the alphabet Of love. Better be the cat in a philanthropist's family than i mutton pit at a king's banquet.' MORE CURIOUS INCIDENTS IN JAPAN. Tfi AmtTinn enn Arrtn rveA it f rtaitrnail ami locomotive, a dariieireotyping annatatUi. and an electric telegraph as presents to the a Emperorof Japan. An officer on board writes: The presents were taken on shore and de posited in houses built for their reception. Suitable persons were appointed to learn their use to the Japanese, lhe railroad was bunt Circular, making a circle of four miles. The telegraph they cobH not understand so well. The daeuerreotyping operation likewise filled them with wonder. Japan is not so much of a civilized country alter all. What we have seen did not come up to our expectations. Exaggeration, their own exclusiveness and mystery, have help d to give these peop e a higher stand than they are entitled to as a nation. We have found thtrh, when it was to be expected they would be most effective in the vicinity of their capital, and the oppor tunities of a year to prepare, weak and con temptible. As to the military prowess of the nation, it is absurd a more whimsical farce cannot be seen than that exhibited when they received us on shore. Their miserable at tempts at display with tawdry flasjs, racged dresses, and painted canvass, are a perfect contrast to our neat un norms and solid ranks they, with a few rusty match locks or Tower muskets, broadswords, arrows, and such rude weapons, and the Americans with everything in the perfection of science and order. The dense mass of the lower classes are servile to a disgusting degree, as they may be under the band of despotism the despotism of the learned few the peculiar despotism of ,'a pan, and a perfect system lound nowhere else on earth. The upper classes, with whom our inlecoursehss been confined almost exclusive ly, and by their own policy, too, are possessed of good manners, and a breeding not unworthy of civilized life; but a nearer acquaintance shows them corrupt, immoral, effeminate, and timid, to an offensive degree. I am unable-lo give you any information es to the resources of the country, its productions or its wants, farther than is now known. My own opinion that a Jong time will elapse before anytrade will be carried on; their wants must first be aroused, before our goods will find a ready market. The wealth of the coun try is confined among so few that a demand for valuable manufactures is very doubtful. Coal, they say, they have in abundance, and have sent specimens for our inspection; it is light ond inflammable, but indifferent and useless for sea steamers. Of gold and silver, we see plenty, ai ornaments upon swords and in their coins. Theirswords, I should remark, are worthy of all that has been written about thtm finetemper,liigh polish, and keenedgtd; the hilt beautifully ornamented with gold and ailver. The wedge which we have driven in to Japanese exclusiveness, completely and forever separates them from their old polioy; and many intelligent men who visit us. ac knowledge that they must fall into the spirit of the see. They already talk of building vessel on our models, and of visiting different parts of the worm. The great mass of com mon people seem remarkably Inendly to us, but the officers. The Japanese have no hogs, sheep, ducks, Vo., and but few cattle, which they never kill, contenting themselves with fish and vegetables. They eat no animal food. The day after the official interview, one of our marines, who had died on b 'trd ship was buried on shore, with the honors of war. This solemn event was not without its effect. It was on important point yielded by the Japan ese to ollow this burial; but when consent was once given up, they entered with obliging cheerfulness into the arrangements. Home on shore by a long procession of boats, with ensigns at half mast, a detachment of his corns in full uniform met the body ot the de ceased wi'.h presented arms, and so, "slowly and sadly they bore bim" to Ins quiet grave. in a far distant land, mid laid him beside the bones and dust of the ancestors of a people who for centuries bad closed their doois and their soil to the Christian. There in a Japan ese buryinK firound, the prayers and beautiful words for the dead were said; the pealing musketry rang over his coffin, the enrth closed over our comrade, and we relumed to cu ship, solemnly and silently. Upon our de parture, the Japanese priests penormed thei own ceremonies over the grave, and erected handsome stone upon the spot. a IT A domestic, newly engaged, presented hismaster.onemornnigapairoi boots. "How comes it, you rascal, that these boots are not of the same length !" "I really don't know, sir but what bothetsme the most is that the pair iiown stairs are in the same fix .", flTAn exchange paper asks very innocently tons of ages? Another replied that it alide Js on the k jn(J of selected those from 18 to 25 it puts down as extra hazardous, tTMarr.ige between persons of the same age, is an institution of Goi. Marriage be tween an old man and a young woman is a institution of the devil. ! A youngster, on coming home from hs first I , i ,. , , . , , ... , . , CI Bl a ""U"'S ii, ucmg eeu whhv hnn hpn Inn in. run hod. .Iniil 11 in ipilmn uie bached, and stewed substraction." 0A foundry has been opened up town "cast reflections." ... . iiierepoii mai n senco master cnasi.seo hov with a raiiroa.! swith is donhtBd. I the Why are cashmere shawls like deaf people? uecause you can't make them here. tnewind, tind himseirb own oil over town I .. The "n.5n0 courtcJ 8n Hvestigntion, )t S ot ,af the of the us that is as good as an affectionate trirl. e expect not. The' apostles of error are rever so dange' ous as when they appear in the guise of gray- neaueu oiu men UTThe ripest fruit often grows en rougnest wans. It is the smallest wheel of a carriage comes in ursr The learned Fig did not learn its letters s uay, True merit, like the pearl inside an ovster. is content to remain quiet until it finds opening. ' - . . . ... :i The top strawberries are eaten the first. He who leaves early gets the best hat. . Pride sleeps in a guilded crown Content ment in a cotton night-cap. The most difficult ascent getting up a tub scription. It its remarkable fact that the letters w-i,-o-n-g, in invariably piouourtctd vnng. at published every Thursday, morning, is 1 1 1 oorn immediately Brer tfc Pott' Orfice,.))ai& Street, Eaton, Ohio, at the following rateti St 60 peraBaiirir,iB aSvance. - t? 00 if not paid withla the year, end 2 60aftertheyear haieipirfea. Tbeteratei will btrigidly enforced. No paper discontinued nntil all trtekiagrl ire paid, unless it the option Of Ibt publisher IJ-Allcommuorcatioasaddreiiedto the E8 . tors must be sent free of postage to instil a'. terition. r ; - A ' -' r ' BXtfd communication Inserted, fan!esi sc ortipanieii by a responsible name. - "I was Young but now am Old". What a Volume of thought it awakened by these wdtds of the Did poet king of Israeli especially whenj a we repeat them, w fini obr owt Experience corresponding with his. w e were young long time ago, aud all youth'! delicious dreamings, and exquisite) hopes, and Cherished iHnsions have been ourt. We looked out Upon the world at a air and beau tiful life-garden, whose every grleh khoot was to bear solne fragrant flower or luscious fruit. How we revelled in the anticipation of friend' ships and lores that seemed to beckon us tr their bosom! How we rejoiced id Jbe confi dence oi achievements and triumphs that await ed us in life! How we built our castles id the ait with all the assurance which rnerk ever felt when building on granite ot ada mant. But we are getting bid. Ofay halts art sprinkled here and there whete formerly fax en ringlets toyed and dallied with lhe breeze. Pains and weakness of body remind us of da parted buoyancy and vigor; the friends of but youth are vanished; the. dreams of youth fere over and gone; the golden haze of the future has given place to cold, gtay clouds, and win- try winds moan around the . decaying taber nacle of flesh. Happy is it for those who while growing old; have been laying tip a treasure of sweet and virtuous memoties, and can look forward to the close of life, as to lying down to a peaceful night's test in ex pectation of a bright and glorious morning. Man's Uncharitbleness. If the sovereign of the universe were ts uncharitable as his human creatures who in habit this eartb, the whole human race would long since have been swept awey in his wrath i Men who would rend this Union to pieces, be cause come real or imaginary evil entire into its Constitution, and has become the object of their unguvernable hatred, might study with profit the long suffering forbearance of the great Ruler. But poor, foolish man makes but a sort use or the lessons wmcn tee mer- ful Providence of the Supreme Lawgiver teaches. Insieod of loving, he hates; instead Of cul tivating charity, he harbors malice and gives the rein to bis w.rst passions. Instead of patiently endeavoring to reform evils, he, too) often is ready to rush into the wildest extrethesi He follows impulse, when sober reason should guide. ' ' Mrange too, that the men who hive the leasl charity, who are ready to pnscrlbe, persecute nd destroy in the achievements ot their pur poses, claim to be the most zealous servants the mast loyal soldiers of the Kihg of Heaven. Paul once thought he was doing God's ser vice, when be was a persecutor and fighting against Uod. In this respect Paul has had many imitators. In his uncharitableness he has many followers; in his labors or love but few, out of the great human family of the N. Y. Sun. What is a Fop! A Mr. Stark, in a lecture before the Youri Men's Association at Troy, Nt Y., thus de scribes a fopi ' ' ete specimen ot an out- s one-third collar, one- e-fourth walking stick es and heir. As to bis s is some doubt: but how hat ht is the Son of a tai- confls ecstatic at the smell e it somewhat nervous, and The fop is a coi ide philosopher, sixth patent leat and the rest remote anc pretty well or s goose. of new cloth e i 1 I anT . n lomplete CWfves i to dream of tailors' bills gives bim the night mare. By h s hair one would suppose he had bten dipped like Achilles; but it is evident the goddess must have held him by the head instead nf the heel. . Nevertheless, sUcb men are useful. If there were no tadpolos, there would be no frogs. They are not so entirely to blame for being devoted to externals. Paste iiamonds must have a splendid setting to make them sell. Only it seems to be a waste of material to put five dollars worth of material on five cents worth of brains. a to lie says the that in an , '' ttTW"hat meal is pieasaoter than a Sabbath morning breakfast at home in the bosom of your family? The bright sunshine streams throvtch vour curtained windows, the far off sound of holy bells, is wafted upon the breeze and before and around you ate the sweet smiles of those you love. The cares of the world ore tempuranlv forgotten, find a brighter and a holier feeling dawns Upon your heart. You experience m the full sense of the word that the Sabbath is a day of rest and prayer, and the holy influence of the time and hour Dakes you a better and happier mart. rxjPhilosophets tell Us that since the Crea tion of the wotld not one single particle of matter has been lost. It rnay have passed in to new thai es. it mav have floated away into smoke or vapor, but it was not lost, it will comeback at:airt in the dew or rain, it will spring up in the fibre of the plant, or paint ttseir on the rose lear. Through all i'.s trans formations, Providence watches Jover it and directs it still. Even so it is with every holy thought or heavenly desire, or bumble aspi ration, or generous and self-denying effort. II may escape our observation, we may De una ble to follow it, but it is an e ement Of the m jral world, and it is not lost. 0"A typo of Troy N. Y., was cheated out of a dollar the other day by a bc)r who offered him a ring, taying he was from the country and had no money topsy his fare home. Typd paid him a dollar, and on Investigating the value of his purchase found it worth thrte, tr four cents. IT Bunsby says the reason why the ladies wear such small bonnets, isa just V''' '' !v deshave of making niture and art cofr.( having nothing inside of their heads, 'hey pu. as near to nothing as possible on the outside. Theb ute ! The best of men are sometime Shott, Va kno a clergyman who isn't above three feet and a deacon who never has a sixpence about him. , - UtrThe ladies' wear something on the back of their heads in the shape of an inverted oys ter shell, and call the same a bonnet. The man who holds the ladder at the bottom is frequently of more service than he who it stationed at the top of it. , ., Contentment is to the mind what a frame it to a cucumber sunning It and lifting it even from a dunghill , . Men mokt their chief sacrifice to leva before they marry Women, (pour creatures) aftetk .. Night-dreamt are the many colored mental patch-work made from the spare dippings of our day-thoughts. The turtle, though brought in at tba trtar gate, takes tht head of tba table.