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Z.RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor.
A HOME SKETCH
A Kift in the Cloud.
BY T. S. ABTHUR.
Andrew Lek came home Rt evening
from the shop where he ha j worked all
day, tired and out of spirits came home
to his wife, who was also tired and oui
of spirits.
'JAfmiling wife .and a cheerful home
what a paradise it would be !" said
Andrew to himself, an he turned his eyes
from the clouded face of Mrs. Lee, and
sat down with knitted brow and a moody
aspect.
Not a word was spoken by either.
Mrs. Lee was getting supper, and she
moved about with weary step.
" Come," Bhe said at last, with a side
glance at her husband.
There was invitation in the word only,
none in the voice of Mrs, Lee.
Andrew arose and went to the table.
He was tempted to speak an angry word,
but controlled himself, and kept silence.
He could find no fault with thechop, noi
the sweet home made bread, nor the fra
grant tea. They would have cheered
his inward man, if there had only been a
gleam of sunshine on thn face of his wife,
lie noticed that she did nut eat.
' Are you not well, Mary ?" The
words were on his lips, but he did not
utter them, for the face of his wife looked
so repellant that he feared an irritating
reply. And so, in moody silence, the
twain sat in together, until Andrew had
finished his supper. As he pushed back
his chair, his wife arose and commenced
clearing off the table.
" This is purgatory," said Lee to him.
self, as he commenced walking the floor
of their little breakfast room, with his
hands thrust desperately away down into
his trowsers pockets, and his chin almost
touching his breast.
After removing all the dishes, and
taking them into the kitchen, Mrs. Lee
spread a green cover on the table, placing
a fresh, trimmed lamp thereon, went out
and shut the door after her, leaving her
husband alone with his unpleasant feci
ings. lie took a long deep breath as she
did so, paused in his walk, stood still for
some moments, and then drawing a paper
from his pocket, sat down by the table
opened the sheet, and commenced read
lag
Singularly enough, the words upon
which his eyes rested were, "Praise your
wife." They rather tended to increase
the disturbance of mind from which he
. waj suffering.
I should like to find some occasion
for praising mine." How quickly his
thoughts expressed that ill natured senti
ment. Bui his eyes were on the page
before him, and he read on.
" Praise your wife, man ; for pity sake
give her a litllo encouragement, it won't
hurt her."
t Andrew Lee raised his eyes from the
" paper, and muttered, "Oh yes. That's
all very well. Praise is cheap enough.
But. praise her for what! For being
sullen, and making your home the most
disagreable place in the world ( His eyes
fell again on the paper.
"She has made vour home comfortable,
your hearth bright and shining, your food
agreeable : for pity sake tell her you
thank her. if nothing mote. She don't
expect it ; it will make her eyes open
wider than they have for ten years : but
it will do her good, for all that, and you
top." . .
It seemed to Andrew as if this sentence
were written just for him, and just for
the occasion. It was the complete an
wei to his auesilon. " Praise her for
what ?" and he felt it also as a rebuke
He read no farther, for thought came too
busv. and in a new direction. ' Memory
was convicting him of injustice towards
his wife. She had always made bis home
as comfortable for him aa bands could
make it. and had he offered the light re
turn of praise and commendation ? Had
Le ever told her of the satisfaction he had
known or the comfort experienced T He
was not able to recall the time or the oc
casion. A he thought thus, Mrs. Lee
came in from the kitchen and taking her
work basket from a closet, placed it on
the table, and then silling down without
Bneakinot bet?an to'oew.
Mr. Lee glanced almost stealthily at the
work in her hands, and saw inai it was
the bosom of a shirt, which she was
stitchinir neat.lv. He knew that it was
for him that she was at work.
. V Praiie your wife." . The words were
before the eyes of his mind, and lie couiu
not look away .from them. But he was
not ready for this Vet. Ha still felt moody
and unforgiving. The expression of his
wile a race being interpreted to mean in
nature, and with ill-nature he bad no
nalience. His eyes fell upon the news
paper that lay spread out before him, and
ha read the sentence -
." A kind, cheerful word spoken in a
n!oomv house, is like the rift in cloud
that lets the sunshine through.
Lee . struggled with himself a while
longer. His own ill-nature bad to be
Utelilg IflKnml, getoirti to American ntemts, . f itcnto, Ikicute, an))
conquered first his moody, accusing
spirit had to be subdued. But he was
coming right as to will. Next came the
question as to how he should begin. Ho
thought of many things to say, yet feared
to say them, lest his wife should meet
vs advances with a cold rebuff. At last
leaning towards her and taking hold of the
linen bosom upon which she was at work,
he said in a voice carefully modulated
with kindness :
" You are doing that work very beau
tifully, Mary."
Mrs. Lee made no reply. But her
husband did not fail to observe that she
lost, almost instantly, that rigid erectness
with which she had been Bitting, nor that
the motion of her needle hand ceased.
My shirts are better made and whiter
than oiiy tftber man in our shop," said
said Lee, bjicrtU rased to go on.
"Arotheyf" Mrs- Leb's voice was
low, and had in it a sJight huskiness.
She did not turn her foce, but her bus
band saw that she leaned a littld towards
him. He had broken through the foe of
reserve, and all was easy, now. His hany
was among the clouds, and a few feeble
rays were already struggling through the
rift it had made.
' Yes, Mary," he answered, softly,
" and I've heard it said more than once,
what a good wife Andrew Lee must
have."
Mrs. Lee turned her face towards hei
husband. There was light in it, and light
in her eye. But there was something in
the expression of the countenance that a
little puzzled him.
" Do you think so 1" she asked, quite
soberly.
What a question !" ejaculated An
drew Lee, starting up and going round to
the side of the table where his wife was
sitting. " What a question, Mary," he
repeated, as he stood before her."
' Do you ?" It was all she said.
" Yes, darling," was his warm spoken
answer, as he stooped down and kissed
her. " How strange you should ask me
such a question 1"
" If you would only tell me so now
and then, Andrew, it would do me good."
And Mrs. Lee arose and leaning her face
against thn manly breast of her husband,
stood and wept.
What a strong light broke in upon the
mind of Andrew Lee. He had never gi
ven to bis laithful wile even the smalr
reward of praise for all the loving interest
he had manifested daily, until doubt of
us love enteied her soul, and make the
ight around her, thick darkness. No
wonder that.her. face grew c'ouded, nor
hat what he considered moodiness and
ill nature took possession of her spirit.
' You ore good and true, Diary. My
own dear wile, i am proud ot you i
ove you and my first desire is your
appincs9. Oh, if I could only always
see your lace sunshine, my nome would
be the sweetest place on earth."
' How precious to me are your words
of love and praise, Andrew," said Mrs.
Lee, Btniling up through her tears into
his fcc. " With them in my ears, my
leart oan never lie in shadow."
How easy had been the work for An-
drew Lee. He had swept his hand
across the cloudy horizon of his home,
and now the bright sunshine was stream
ingdown, and flooding the home with joy
and beauty.
Mentai Labor. The injurious effects
of mental labor are in a great measure
owing to extensive forcing in early youth;
to sudden and misdirected study ; to the
cooperation of depressing emotions or
passions : to the neglect of the ordinary
rules ot hygiene: to tne neglect oi me
. ; ... . .. .
hints of the body, or to the presence of
the seeds of disease, degeneration and
decay in the system. The man of heal
thy iiblemalic or choleric temperament is
lots likely to be injured by application
than one of the sanguine or melancholy
type ; yet these latter, with allowance for
the original constitution, may be capable
of vast efforts. The extended and deep
cultute of the mind exerts a directly con
servative influence upon the body, iel
low-laborer ! one word to you before we
conclude. Fear not to do manfully the
work for which your gifts qualify you
but do it as one who must give an acoount
of both soul and body. Work, and work
bard while it is day; but the night cometh
soon enough do not hasten it. Use
vour faculties, use them to the utmost,
but do not abuse themmake not the
mortal do the work of the immortal.
The body has its claims it is a good
servant treat it well, and it will do your
work i it knows its own business ; do not
attempt to teach or fores it ; attend to its
wants anu requirements, usien ainuiy
and patiently to . its hints, occasionally
forestall its necessities by a little indul
cence. and your consideration will be re
puiil with interest. ButUsk it, and pine
it and suffocate it make H a slave, in
atuad of a servant ; it may not oompUin
muoh, but like the weary camel in the
desert, it will ho down and die. i our,
of Psycology. - m
Listen not to the tale-bearer. . 4 ,
STEUBENVILLE, OHIO, WEDNESDAY
HUMOROUS.
Mr. Blifkin's Baby.
That first baby was a great institution.
As soon as he came into this ''breathing
world," as the late W. Sbakspeare has
it, he took commacd in our house.
Everything was subservient to him. The
baby was the balance wheel that regula
ted everything. He regulated the tem
perature, he regulated the food, be regu
lated the servants, he regulated me, For
the first six months of that . precious
existence he had me up on an average
six times a night. 4,Mr Blifkins," says
my wife, "bring that light here, do; the
baby looks strangely ; I'm so afriid it
will have a fit!" Of course the lamp
was brought, and of course the baby lay
sucking his fist like a little white bear, as
he was "Mr. Blifkins," said my wife,
' I think I feel a draught of air ; I wish
you would get up and see if the window
is not open a little, because baby might
get sick." Nothing was the matter with
the window, as I knew very well. "Mr.
Blifkins," says my wife just as I was
going to sleep again, "that lamp, as you
EavO placed it, shines directly in baby's
eyes strange that you have no more
consideralion.'' I arranged the light and
went to bed again- Just as I was drop
ping to sleep agaio, "Mr. Blifkins," said
my wife, "did you dliuk to buy that broma
to day for the baby V "My dear," said
I, "will you do ine the injustice to believe
that I could overlook a matter so essential
to the comfort of ilmt inestimable child V'
She apologised very handsomely, but
made her anxiety the scape goat. I for
gave her, and without saying a word more
to her I addressed myself to sleep. "Mr.
Blifkins," said my wife, shaking me,
"you must nut snore bo, you will wake
the baby." "Jest so jest so," said I,
half asleep, thinking I was Solon Shingle.
"Mi. Blifkins," said ray wife, "will you
get up and hand me the warm gruel from
the nurse lump for baby i the dear child !
if it wasn't for his mother I don't know
what he would do. How can you sleep
so Mr. Blifkins ?" "1 suspect my dear,"
said I, "that it is because I am tired."
Oil, it a very well for you men to talk
about being tiied," said my wife; ''1
don't know what you would say if you
had to toil and drudge like a poor woman
with a baby." I tried to soothe her by
telling her she had no patience at all, and
got up for the posset. Having aided in
answering the baby s requirements, I
stepped into bed again, with the hope of
sleeping. "Mr. uhlkins," said sho in a
ouder key. lsaid nothing. 'Uh.dcar!
said that estimable woman, in great ap
parent anguish, "how can a man, who
las arrived at the honor of a live baby of
his own. sleep, when he don't know that
the dear creature will live till morning V
I remained silent, and, after a while,
deeming that Mrs. Blifkins had gone to
sleep, 1 stretched my limits for repose.
How long I slept 1 don t know, but 1 was
awakened by a furious jab in the forehead
by some sharp instrument. I started up,
and Mrs. Blifkins was sitting up in the
bed adjusting some portion of the baby s
dresa. She had, in a state ot-emi-som-nolence,
mistaken my head for the pillow
which she customarily used for a noctur
nal pincushion. 1 protested against such
treatment in somewhat round terms,
pointing to several perforations in uiy
forehead. She told me 1 should willingly
bear such trifling things for the sake of
the baby. 1 insisted upon it that 1 didn t
think my duty as a parent to that young
immortal required the surrender ot - my
forehead for a pincushion. This was one
of many nights passed in this way. The
truth was that the baby was what every
other man s first baby is, an autocrat
absolute and unlimited. Such was the
story of Blifkins as he related it to us the
other day. It is a little exaggerated pic
ture of almost every man a experience.
"Saturday Evening Gazette.
The Feelings of the Chinese. A
correspondent of the N. Y. Tribune, wri
ting from China, says;
" The Chinese are now willing to trade
with the Americans, because they have
had no cause to be afraid of them. But
they are aUieart, more bitter against Eng
land than ever, and if they could, would
stop all trade with that nation, throwing
their whole, traflic into other hands.
However, there is little danger of auch a
proceeding. There is even now, a fleet
on the way to the Gulf of Pee ohee-lee,
which can easily carry out the threat of
tbe English Embassador, to serve rekin
as he did Canton. The Emperor did not
even know that there was such a nation
as the United Slates, until lately inform
ed of the good conduct of its naval repre
rentatives. But he is in a fair way to
become enlightened on this, as on other
points, so that be will be more oapable of
attending to his foreign affairs, than in
times past." : ' . '
Beauty nipped in the wsist, is like
rose nipped in tbe bud, it ia the shortest
lived; and falls off tbe quickest.
! Guard against the indulgence of anger
'I Have not Begun to Fight Yet "
The above language of the gallant and
brave Paul Jones, when the British com
mander asked if he had struck his Mag
and surrendered, are memorable words.
Although his deck was slippery and
streaming with the blood of his gallant
crew, his ship was on fire, his guns were
nearly every one dismounted, his colors
shot away, and his vessel gradually sink
ing.Paul Jones with an immortal heroism,
continued to fight. ''Do you surrender?"
shoaled the English captain, desiiingto
prevent fnrther bloodshed, and seeing the
colors of the Bon Homme Richard gone,
supposed the American hero wished to
surrender. His answer was "I have not
begun to fight yet !" The scene is thus
described : There was a lull in the con
flict for an instant, and the boldest held
his breath as Paul Jones, covered with
blood and black with powder stains jump
ed on a broken gun-carriage, waving his
sword, exclaimed in the never to be for
gotten' words, "I have not begun to fight
yet!" And the result was the battle
changed, and in a few minutes the British
ship struck her colors,and surrendered, and
Paul Jones, leaping from the British
vessel a conqueror and a hero. What an
admirable watchword for the battle of life,
does the above stirring incident give to
every man. Keyerse may overwhelm
for a time, despair may ask hope to strike
her flag,but planting the foot more fitmly,
bending the back moro readily to the bur
dens imposed, straining the muscles to
the utmost tension, and bracing the
drooping heart, let him who is driven to
the wall pxciaim, ' I have not begun to
fight yet." They are words of energy,
hope and action. They deserve, they
will command Buccess. In the darkest
hour let ihem ring-out ni- forget- the
past, the years wasted and gone by, and
give them as an inaugural address of a
new era. When the misfortunes' ot lire
gat'ier too closely around, let the buttle
cry go forth from the thickest of the con
nict, "I have not begun to fight" and
you will find your foes flee before the
new strength imparted, and yielding the
vantage as you press forward in the battle
strife.
Manliness of Speech.
At a lecture recently delivered in Car-
isle, England, by the Rev. A. Mursell,
contained the following amusing but in
structive passage :
The point to which I have next to di-
roct attention is manliness in speech.
There are many young men who seem to
consider it essential to manliness, that
they should be master's of slang. The
sporting world, like its brother, the swell
mob, has a language or its own ; but
this dog-English extends far beyond the
sporting world. It comes with its hordes
of barbaious words, threatening the entire
extinction of genuine English! Now
just listen for a moment to our fast young
man or the ape of a fast young man, who
thinks that to be a man he must talk in
the tlark phraseology of slang. If he does
anything on his own responsibi!ity,he does
it on his own "hook. 11 he sees any
thing remarkably good, he calls it a
stunner." the superlative of which is
"regular stunner." If a man is re-
quested to pay a tavern bill, he is asked
if he will "Stand Sam." If be meets a
savage-looking dog, he calls him an "ugly
customer." If he meets an eccentric
man, he calls him a "rummy old cove."
A sensible man is a "chap that is up to
snuff." A man not remarkable for good
sense is a "cake" a "flat" a ''spoon,"
a "stick" his "mother does not know he
is out." A doubtful assertion is to be
"told to the marines." An incredible
statement is "all gammon." Our young
mend never scolds, but "blows up
never pays, but "stumps up" never
finds it difficult to pay, but ia "hard up,'
never feels fatigued, but is "used up."
He has no hat, but shelters his head be
neath a "tile." He wears no neckcloth,
but surrounds his throat with a "choker."
He lives nowhere.but there is some place
where he "hangs out." He never goes
away or withdraws, but he "bolts" he
"slopes" he 4 mizzles" he "makes
tracks'' he "cuts his stick" or, what is
the same .thing, he "cuts his lucky!
The highest compliment you can pay him
is to tell him that he is a "regular brick."
He does not profess to be brave, hut ho
prides himself on being "plucky." Mo
ney is a word which he has forgotten, but
he talks a good deal about "tin," and
"the needful," "tho rhino' and "the
ready." When a man speaks, he
"spouts" when he holds his peace, he
"shuts up" when he is humililiated he
is "taken down a peg or. two, and
"made to sing small." He calls his hands
'paws," his legs'"pins." To be perplex'
ed is to be "flummaxed" to be dissp
pointed, is to be "dished" to be cheat-
ed, is to "sold" to be cheated clearly, is
to be "done brown." Whatsoever is fine,
is "nobby" whatsoever is shabby, is
"seedy," whatsoever is pleasant,is "jolly.
He says ; "blessed if he does this,"
"blowcd if be does that," "hanged!' if he
JULY 28. 1858.
does the other thing; or he exclaims,
"My eyes J" 'my stars !" If you asked
him which were his stirs he would1 be
'fluinmaxed." Then he swears "bv
George" "by the piper." On select
occasions he selects "the piper that played
before Moses." Now, a good deal of this
slang is harmless ; many of the terms are,
I think, very expressive; yet there is
much in slang that is objectionable. For
example, as Archdeacon Hare observes in
one of his sermons, the word "governor,"
as applied to a father, is to be reprehen
ded. I have heard a young man call his
father the "relieving officer." Does it
not betray, on the part of young men.
great ignorance of the paternal and filial
relationships, or great contempt for them!
Their father is to such young men merely
a governor merely the representative of
authority. Innocently enough the ex
pression is used by thousands of young
men who venerate and love their parents;
but only think of it, and I am sure you
will admit that it is cold, heartless word
when thus applied, and one that ought
forthwith to be abondoned.
Young America in Utah.
The correspondent of the New Orleans
Picayune, writing from Camp Scott, after
giving many interesting details in relation
to the army at that post, and a description
of some Mormons on their way back to
the States, thus writes :
"The proportion of young children with
the party was very large; the most pre
cocious little imps imaginable. Young
America, as exemplified in New Orleans
or New York, would be the innocence of
babyhood beside them. I called one lit
tle fellow, hardly higher than my knee,
to me, and asked him his name. He
looUad ma ia tha-i'aa and aa.ll, "Parlay
P. Pratt." After a few other questions
and answers,! gave him a piece of money,
an old bpanish bit, with the impression
on it somewhat effaced. He took the
coin eagerly, but after a moment's close
examination, handed it back to me saying,
"I don't want that." I told him he had
better keep it, as he could buy something
nice with it at the sutler's store. He
insisted, pertinaciously, on returning it,
when I remarked to a friend by me that
Lhe was so young, perhaps be did not
know the use and value of money. He
was prompt with his reply : "Yes I do,
old fel ; but I don't take that kind of
money." I made it right with him by
giving him a new dime, and Parley P.
Pratt went on his way rejoicing."
A Domestic How. Motion the editor
of the Nebraska News, thus desciibes a
domestic row, and a subsequent reconcil
iation, of which he was a witness :
Coming down the Missouri, near Bean
Lake, between Weston and St. Joe, our
boat was hailed by a woman on the shore.
The officers of the craft, with their usual
gallantry, rounded to, headed up stream,
and stopped. The lady informed them
that the "duds and cookin' consarns,"
were all packed in a cabin hard by, ready
for removal, and that it was her desire to
take passage down the liver. Immediate
ly the duds were under way, and fast
coming on deck, when a man ploughing
in adjacent field, was seen to drop the
reins, mount the horse, and come charg
ing and yelling towards the boat. The
captain waited until he arrived, when
puffing and blowing, be said : "Ann,
whar on earth are you going tew !"
Said she, " Joab, I allow to go where
I ain't to be cuffed and cussed and mauled
every day, by such a brute as you are."
baid he, in a melanoholly lone "Ann
farewell."
She said doubtfully "loab, if you'll
treat me better, I'll stay and live with you
until the breath is clean out of my body."
And Joab promised thai he would, and
that be hopod to be eternally dog-on'd to
thunder, if ha wouldn't pay the captain
for landing, and treat all round, if she'd
just stay, and so she staid. And the last
seen of this nearly separated oouple, they
were affectionately embracing each other
on the banks of the "big muddy," sur
rounded by seven little free soil' boys,
whose shirt tails like the banners of Mac
beth, were hung upon the outer walls,
and whose eyes were full of gum, dirt am)
wonder.
. " You have a considerable floating
population in this village, haven't you !"
asked a stranger of one of the citizens of a
village on the Mississippi. "Well ahem
yes, tather so" replied the latter,
"about half the year the water is up to the
second story window. . :
Prentice of the Louisville Journal, ob
jects to the five minute rule in the New
York prayer meetings. He says "imag
ine, for instance, Old Bennett, of the Her
ald, confessing his sins in the ridiculous
space of hve minutes." '
A scholar declaiming in the college hal
and having a bad memory, was at a stand
when, in a low voice, he desired one who
stood close by him to help him out.
"No," said the other, "metninks you are
pat enough already." ' , ; i 1 ' : '
itneral ntclltp.
Sleep Delicions.
What person of mature years can look
on a sleeping child, and not envy the un
conscious luxury of that undisturbed re
pose, especially if it is one's own child.
. It is none other than a pure delight to
tne parental beholder.
A lady correspondent writes: "From
utter exhaustion,! slept all night an infant.
How ineffably soothing and refreshing
was that sleep, three nights since. This
power of resting, even for one brief night,
encohraged me greatly. I feel even now,
wasted as 1 am. if 1 could only have re
freshing sleep if I could rest I could
gel well."
1 he excellent writer was suffering from
no specially dangerous or critical malady;
but from a general derangement of the
whole nervous system. The incident is
recorded for the purpose of bringing to
tne reader s mind the duty of habitual
thankfulness for any ability he may have
to go to bed, to fall asleep within ten
minutes, and know nothing more nntil
the gray morning breaks a deep and
waim gratitude should well up constantly
from a loving heart to the Giver of all
good for the unfelt bliss of a whole night's
Some persons are put to sleep by hav
ing the soles of the feet rubbed gently
with a soft, bare hand.
We know of no better plan for securing
good sleep (0 persons to observe the fol
lowing :
1. Take a very light supper, not later
than six P. M.
.2. Heat the bare feet before a fire, for
the last fifteen minutes before bed time.
3. Occupy a large room, with a window
or door partly open, and tho fire-place
unclosed.
- 4. Go to bed at a regular hour.
5. Get up the moment of waking next
morning, at whatever Wine that may be.
6. Do not on any account sleep a mo
ment in the day time.
The result of these observances will be.
in all cases where there is not a serious
disease of body or mind, that the person
win, in a lew days, go to sleep ptomptly.
and wake the very moment that nature
has had all the repose needed. "Journal
of Health.
To Make Newspapers Go Safer.
Frequent complaints are made by iso-
lateu subscribers respecting the non-
receipts. We are glad to say such difficul
ties are fast being obviated by the very
meaps which an exchange recommends
in the following clever paragraph. J bat
many more may profit by it, we annex
the paragraph :
"We would like to have all single pack
ets doubled, tripled, quadrupled, or more,
if more might be. It is troublesome to
send out these single packets very
troublesome in proportion to the gain.
We can put up two or three papers for
the mail nearly as soon as we can one.
Besides, we always realize a feeling of
anxiety in regard to these small packets,
in sending one paper by itself so far.
We feel for them in their lonely and un
certain journey. As to tho large packets,
their very bulk will command some re
spect from Post Office clerks. But these
solitary little' fellows, in iheir seem
ing insignificance, may probably be kicked
into some corner, or miss their way, and
be lost among tbe bills and hollows. A
small packet does not arrive so certainly
at its destination as the large one. We
lave a remedy to propose for this state of
things. Let each subscriber who gets a
"single packet," now that the pappr is so
cheap, obtain another subscriber or two,
whose papers may go along with his for
company, it is a pity to have one paper
take such long journeys as some of them
do, "solitary and alone." Give them
company, and they will travel more
swiftly, and reach their destination more
surely."
The Convenience of Hoops. Yes
terday Chief of Police White and officer
Vanhusen arrested on Superior street,
Mrs. Hong and daughter, the latter about
IS years old, charged with stsaling a fan
from the store of Taylor, Griswold Si Co.
As they were somewhat known for pre
vious acts ot similar description, it was
supposed the fan was not all the stolen
property they had with them, and a some
what minute examination was gone into
at the YValch House.
Nothing was found on the mother, but
after she moved from a bed on which she
was sitting, two pairs of pants, bearing
Sonneborn's marks were found on the
floor, and which it is naturally supposed
she stole. .
The girl, however was rigged to carry
a miscellaneous cargo, and in this wise:
suspended in front, under her hoops, the
opening being easily accessible to tbe
hand through the front of the,, open dress,
was a pillow ease, and in it was a dress
pattern, a pair ef mils and some ribbon.
The dress pattern was stolen from Lewis,
Eaton & Co's. ! 'V ."....; V-j.v
t These filibusters . had doubtless but
just started on their cruise, which suppo
sition only accounts for the lightness of
their cargoes. Ulev.e. Review'.
SING L E C 0 PIES
FIVE CENTS.
VOL. 4 20. 30.
A Felicitous Speech. "
In lately looking over a detailed acconnt
of the recent funeral ceremonies at New
York, says the National Intelligencer,
we met with a more complete report than
we naa beiore seen of the impressive
speech of the Hon. John Cochran on the
quarter-deck of the Jamestown, when the
body of the deceased ex-President was
placed in charge of the Virginia Com-
mittee;and we deem it due to the eloquent
speaker, even at this late day, to say that
we do not remember to have ever read an
occasional address marked by more good
taste in all respects, more appropriate in
its allusions, more fitting in its propor
tions, or more beautiful in thought and
expression. It was a happy coincidence
that "Jamestown" should have been the
name of the ship appointed to bear back
to their native soil the remains of the
illustrious Virginian. Pitts. True Press.
it is more than thirty years since a
venerable stranger arrived in lhe city of
New xork. l he storms 01 Slate bad
bent his form, and private care was writ
ten on bis brow. .Released from the bur
den of official responsibilities, which he
bad never shunned, he sought in our
scenes the tranquility he craved so muoh.
riom this retreat he securely contempla
ted the eventful vicissitudes of the world
he had left, nor once regretted its honors
nor missed its applause. A domestic
circle opened at bis approach, kindred
hearts cherished bis, and the slope of his
life gently declined.amid troops of friends,
to the music of household associations.
All revered him ; sauntering steps quick
ened at his appearance ; the citizen paused
on me way ana the stranger in the gate,
to iook wnere passed James Monroe., tt
is thought by our city an honor thus to
have sheltered lhe gathering years of one
wbo had been the fifth President of the
United States. A short time, however,
passed, and the familiar form was seen no
more. As if commissioned on the anni
versary of our country's indenendenoe. in
bear a nation's gratitude into the Pres
ence on High, his spirit burst its thraldom
in that jubilee of freedom. H
mourned as only the good are mourned.
He has never been forgotten. Earth bat
been strewed with the recurring tributes
of more than twenty-five years of decay,
nu sun me puoiio neart has Kept sentry
at his grave. Seasons have come and
gone, moons waxed and grown dim, and
while all was changing, still unchaoged
has been the memory of New York, that
low upon its lap was laid the bead of
James Monroe, of Virginia. Inviolate
has been held the sacred charge. It is
true that his deeds live after him, a com
mom heritage for all; but his body dea.'
cended to the tomb, to await there,tidings
from the State he loved so well. These
tidings came, and our city paused ; they
came, and the busy mart was hushed.
It was the demand of the father for his
son; it was the voice of the mother seeking
iui uci uiiuu. ivien b iiearis were toucnea
by the appeal, and the very dead was
Burreu 10 uuai sympathy, f ront his
place of early supulture we have removed
the illustrious departed, and have borne
his body hither, Virginians, to you. :
As we have come, the minute gun has
announced to land and sea the sad funeral
transit, and the nation veils its standards
to our solemn riles. And it is meet that
it should be so. By no sacrilegious sum
mons, but with a reverent awe, has the
silense of a former age been broken, the
repose of its mighty dead disturbed,' and
the memory of tho sage, like the lights of
the tomb of Terentia, have diffused a ge-:
nial radiance abroad. A general attention
has been concentrated upon the revelation.
The aaored truths of the olden time
attend upon these hearsed bones and
have moved in procession with them. -
Again we seem to witness the old ances
tral patriotism ; again to listen , to the
precepts of a wisdom that no longer walks
the earth; again tbe fathers are with us,
and we move an within tbe halo uf their
piesence, Virginians, we bring you
here the casket we have guarded; wa
now commit to your hands what so long
naa oeen entrusted to our own. Uur
work is finished, our duties done. ' Wt
surrender to yon this mortal; you will
crown it with emblematical immortality.
We deliver to you this perishing record
of the past ; you will inscribe upon it that
justice he so sffeotingly craved of you for
bis memory in tbe future. Virginia-
mother it is thus that New York gives
back to yon your son." rv v;
' The not uncommon custom of polling
a frend, after he has left the company,
seems to have been derived from the
praolice of the ancient tribes, who erected!
a monument to a departed hero by thro w
ing stones upon him. . , t
- A teetotaler, the other day,' asked a
neighbor if he was not inclined to the
Temperance Society, and he replied :
"Yes', for when he saw liquorjumoiA'
watered!" ' . J " ' '"t
H .1- 1 . .' m
From your, children's esrlieM infancr
inculcate the necessity of Instant obo:
dience.'' .y.T.1 4a M " 4-

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