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Helena, Montana, Thursday, August 22, 1872. No. 39 TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION THUMB FOB TUB DAILY IIERALD. Single Copy...............,...................jo.SB One Week........... 1.00 One Month.......................................3.80 Three Months....................................0.00 One Copy Six Months............................ i«.oo One Copy One Year.............................. 37.00 TMRM8 FOR THE WEEKLY HERALD. One Copy One Year............ $8.00 " " Six Months............................8.00 " " Three Months..........................8.00 THE WEEKLY HERALD. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING. ÎÎWSM FISK BROS., Publishers THE LOUD'S PRAYER. The following beautiful paraphrased acrostic of the Lord's Prayer Is said to have been penned upwards of half a century since, by a soldier of the Twenty-sixth Regiment of United States Infantry, when a prisoner of war in the Provinco ot Upper Canada: Our Lord and King, who reigns enthroned on high ! Father of light! mysterious Deity ! Who art the great I Am—the last; the first; Art righteous, holy, merciful and just. In realms of glory, scenes where angels ulna. Heaven is the dwelling place of God our King. Hallowed thy name, which doth all names transcend ; Be thou adored, our great Almightv Friend, Thy glory shines beyond Creation's space, Named In the Book of Justice and of Grace. Thy kingdom towers beyond the starry skies ; Kingdoms satanlc tall, but thine shall rise. Come, let thine Empire, O thou Holy One. Thy great and everlasting will be done ! Will God make known ms will, his power display ; Be it the w'ork of mortals to obey ; Done in the great, the wondrous work of love : On Calvary's Cross he died, but reigns above ; Earth bears the record in thy holy word, As Heaven adores thv name, let earth, O Lord ! It shines transcendent in the eternal skies. Is praised in Heaven, for man the Savior dies. In songs Immortal laud his name, Heaven shouts with joy, and saints his love proclaim. Give us, O Lord, our food, not cease to give Us that food In which our souls most live '. This be our boon to-day and ages to come. Day without end In our eternal home ; Our needy souls supply from day to day, Dally assist and aid us when we pray. Bread thongU we ask, yet. Lord, thy blessing lend, And make us grateful when thy gifts descend, Forgive our sins which In destruction's place, Us the vile children of a rebel race. Cur follies, faults and tresspasses forgive— Debts which we ne'er can pay, nor thou receive: As we, O Lord, our neighbor's faults o'erlook, We beg thou would blot ours from thy memory's book. Forgive our enemies, extend our grace Our souls to save, e'en Adam's guilty race. Debtors to thee in gratitude and love, And In that duty paid by saints above. Lead ns from sin, and in thy mercy raise Us from the tempter and his hellish ways. Not in oar own, but In his name who bled. Into thine ear we pour our every need ; Temptation's fatal charms help us to shun, But may we conquer through thy conquering Sou ! Deliver ns from all which can annoy Us In this world, and may our souls destroy ; From all calamities which men betide, Evil and death, O. turn our feet aside ; For we are mortal worms and cleave to clay, Thine 'tfs to rule and mortals to obey. Is not my mercy. Lord, forever free ? The whole creation knows no God but thee ; Kingdom and empire in thy presence fall, The King eternal reigns the king of alL Power is with thee—to thee be glory given, And be thy name adored by earth and Heaven ; * The praise of sainfs and angels In thine own. Glory to thee, the eveslasting One. Forever be thy holy name adored, Amen ! Hosanna ! blessed be the Lord ! ■ f—'Thomas SturtevanL Teetotal Alphabet. A stands for Ale, which we must not drink; 11 stands for Brandy, an evil, we think ; C stands for Care, well known by the sob; D stands for Drunkard; a slave, is he not ? E stands for Evil, which drink oft produces; F for Fermented, and, therefore, had juices; G stands for Giu, the cause of much woe; II stands for Hunger, that follows it. too; I for Intemperance; then let us abstain; v J, Join Teetotal, and happiness gain, K stands for Keep from the ale-nouse away; L stands for Liquor, that leads men astrav; M stands for malt, or barley that's spoiled; N for the Net in which the drunkard is coiled; O for Oppression the drunkard's wife feels; P for the Passion the drunkard's heart steels; Q stands for Quarrels, oft brought on by drink, K stands for Rum, of which we wof/t think; 8 stands for Spirit, which thousands has slain; T for Teetotal, which we will maintain ; U for Unkindness, which drink often follows; V for the Vice, which oft leads to the gallows; W for Wine, a mocker, we say; X for a X we should bear every day; Y stands for Youth, may they ever abstain; Z stands for Zealous, teetotal to gain. Indlgaanl, Old Lady—Can you tell me, my good man, where I can ^nd Mr. Jones ? Pat—Sure, ma'am, I expect it would be at his house you would find him. Lady—.does he live anywhere in this street ? Pat—Sure, no indade ! It's not for the like of him to be living in the street at all. Lady—You stupid fellow! I mean what number doe« his family stop at? _ Pat—Now, ma'am, you have me. He has six boys and four girls ; but whether he means to stop at that number I can't say. .Lady—Oh ! you blockhead ! Exit old lady in a tremor of indignation. A great artist once possessed a secret for making colors. He told it to one of his men for whom he had a great friendship. That man had a friend to whom he wanted to tell it, and he asked permission to do so. "Well I don't know," said the artist, taking a piece of chalk. "Now, I know it: that's one;'' and he made one chalk, thus: | ; "you know it, that's two;" down went another | ; "If he knows it (putting down another | and showing the III) how many will that make?' "Why. three, of course," said the man. "Ah, no," said the artist, "it will be one hundred and eleven. John Van Buren and Chief Justice Taney. A pleasant chapter of "Anecdotes of Pub lic Men" in the July number of the Qnlary contains this story about John Van Buren and Chief Justice Taney: Nearly a quarter of a century ago the Legislature of New York enacted a law im posing a capitation tax upon immigrants ar riving from Europe and landing at Quaran tine. A question was raised in respect to the constitutionality of this law, and the case was ultimately taken to the Supreme Court of the United States. Mr. Seward made the ar gument on one side, and John Van Buren on the other. The trial attracted Considerable interest, not so much from the importance of the question involved as from the reputation and political position of the opposing counsel. Mr. Seward was a Senator in Congress, and the great Whig leader of the State ; while Van Buren was the most brilliant orator and most popular man on the Democratic side. They were rivals at the bar, having then re cently been engaged in the trial of the negro murderer, Freeman, at Auburn, durimr which there had been much sharp altercation be tween them. The Whigs in Congress warmly sympathized with Seward, while the Demo crats were equally active and zealous in en couraging Van Buren. The arguments.were elaborate and able, the resulting impression being that the Senator was more of a states man than a lawyer, but that Van Buren was one of the most entertaining, impressive and Effective advocates that had ever been beard in the court judge Taney presided—one of the purest, most learned, and able judges that ever sat on the bench. He was the impersonation of one's idea of the genius of jurisprudence. He was shy, reserved in his manner, ascetic in his habits, a gloomy, forbidding looking man, resembling a monk of the middle ages; but under this cold and repulsive exterior there beat a warm, sympathetic heart. He was a literal man, with no idea of a joke; was never satirical or ironical, and detested a pun or a quilt as much as Dr. Johnson. The day the argument was closed, Van Buren contrived to fall in company with the Chief Justice in coming down the avenue from the Capitol. John had ■§ degree of coolness and self-possession underfill circum stances that nothing ever disturbed. With an airy, jaunty manner that would have been offensive in anybody else, but which he made winning and attractive, he addressed the aged jurist : "I was much flattered, Mr. Chie#Justice, at tb<f gracious attention with which you lis tened to my poor effort in behalf of the suf fering immigrants at Quarantine." Mr. Taney made a fitting response, and Van Buren coolly proceeded : "Far be it from me to say any thing respecting the decision of the Court." The Judge started with a gesture rif depreca tion, as if he apprehended an indiscrétion on the part of the lawyer. "I am quite aware of the apparent delicacy of saying anything that should look like an attempt to influence the action of the Court." Here the Chief Justice gave a dissatisfied shrug of the shoul ders, intended as a rebuke to what he regarded as an impertinence. But John was wholly unmoved, and went on with his remarks, as though he was saying the most natural and appropriate things imaginable. "Nor tfould I presume to intimate that an early decision of the case is desirable." The Judge opened his eyes in amazement, but remained silent. "But the truth is, your Honor," continued John, "the poor devils at Quarantine are perishing daily, and it is of the utmost im portance that they should learn whether they are dying constitutionally." Appreciating John's waggery at last, the Chief Justice, much relieved, gave way to a hearty laugh, and the conversation came to an end. Something New in Telegraphy. The Philadelphia Inquirer 1 says that one of the thousand busy tongues of rumor is just now industriously relating the particulars of a near approaching revolution in the exist- ing methods of communicating by telegraph. Under the new method every large business house is to have a telegraphic instrument of its own, ity means of which any individual of ordinary intelligence will be able to print messages on slips of perforated paper, these communications to be forwarded from a gen- eral offlee to the point and person for whom they are intended. By this system it is claimed that a message of one hundred words can be transmitted in one minute and twenty seconds, for twenty cents. Under the method now in vogue, about sixty thousand words can be sent by a single \> ire in one hour. For the improved plan it is claimed that sixty thousand words can be sent in an hour over one wire without confusion. All the work- ing expenses of the new system are said to be exceedingly low, the cost of an inditing machine but three dollarg. This improvement in existing systems of telegraphy, though sorely needed, seems almost too good to be true. - ■ « f I N Wi--- That'll All. There was a bitter feud between the "Da vises" and the "Haskinses," two families re siding in Round Top Hollow, Mo. One day Tom Davis met Jimmy Haskins. "Look a-here!" says Tom, patting on his most ag gressive air, "I've herd tell that you said you kin lick any of us Davis boys in half an hour. Now I want to know," said Tom, rolling up his cuffs, "if you said that?" Jimmy sat down on the meal-bag be was carrying and, looking up into Tom's face, replied: "No, I never said so." "Then what did you say," shouted Tom, coming up very close and look ing very black. "Well," said Jimmy, "I never said nothing iike that, but I did say, and I say it again, that I kin lick any one of you Davis boys, or all of you together, in less than five minutes." "Oh!" said Tom. step ping back, "I just wanted to know what was said, that's all/' and lumh-like he went on his way. To Tbotie About to Marrjr. My advice is to marry as quickly as possi ble, for none but those who are, unhappily, versed in such matters can be aware of the manifold minor, to say nothing of major, evils which a long engagement entails. The position of an affianced pair, after a time, becomes almost ridiculous. Premature con gratulations are poured forth by some over enthusiastic friends, while oflters cense to believe in the reality of and ultimate settle ment, and become suspicious of the sincerity of your professions, and almost personally affronted at your delay. Then the difficulty of sustaining, with appropriate effect, the character ot an engaged man is something enormous. I say nothing of the difficulty which a lady in that delicate position has to encounter, for we all know that they experience but little difficulty in making themselves perpetually agreeable—at least before marriage ; but with regard to a man ; think of the admirable and excusable deceptions he is forced to be guilty of—the real distaste, but professed pleasure, with which he accompanies "the beloved object" to the festive board of some oppres sive family friend, where, for two mortal hours at least, he has to sit, the observed of all observers, next to the idol to whom he lias been paying unceasing devotion for the greater portion of the day, and to whom lie has now to make himself agreeable—having exhausted every scrap of news, every con ceivable subject of conversation! lie is afaaid to venture upon any tender aside, for fear he should bp thought silly, or to keep much to generalities, for fear he should be considered slow. I have, indeed, remarked engaged couples who have been content to sit in blissful silence, wrapped in contemplation of their approaching happiness ; but such a state of quîèsence is rarely observable, and can scarcely be preserved for an indefinite period. One of my earliest recollections of such a couple is when they were sitting in this state of tranquil calm, and forming a very limited hand-in-hand mutual assurance company of their own ; their example is scarcely to be quoted, as the partnership was shortly after ward dissolve« forever, and the lady and gentleman are at present thousands of miles apart, and each belonging to another firm. It is impossible for a man of business not to sympathize with an eminent physician, who informed his future wife that lie had no time for courtship; but that if she would marry him, and lx- ready on a certain day, he should be happy to meet her at the church and make her his bride .—Temple Bar. Sealing; the Vo ws. A correspondent of the NfljfvYork Com mercial Atlvei tieer, writing fnrarimthe Round Lake camp meetiug, tells the following good story: Many people sleep in the same tent here, being separated by partitions. As young Methodist fellows are thrown with pretty young ladies a good deal, it is nothing against them that they fall in love sometimes. Last night, they say, this happened : A young Methodist fellow from Ballston had become quite interested in a pretty daughter of a religious farmer. Last night, while a dozen old cold-hearted fellows were trying to sleep, they were continually dis turbed by the lovers' spoony talk, which they distinctly beard through the cotton cloth par tition. They heard him say, in a low, sweet, Clar endon voice, "Now, Caroline, dear, do let me seal the vow—do!" "No, James, I can not. What would my father and mother say?" replied a sweet girl ish voice. "But, Caroline, you have promised to be mine—now let us seal the vow—let us, do let us—vron't you? Do kiss me!" "No, James, I can not, O I can not—" In a moment the tent partition parted, and a big-whiskered brother, who wanted to sleep, shouted: "For God's sake, Carrie, let Jim seal that vow. He'll keep us awake all night if you don't." Tim vow was sealed. When I told a young lady who is here from Congress Hall, about this scaling joke, she said that James reminded her of some of the Congress Hall fellows—only they always wanted to seal things before there was any thing to seal. She said that Brown's hpys, down in New York, got engaged to j^ung ladies just to seal the vow, and, after they bad sealed it all winter, they went off and got up another vow with a fresh young lady. I told her that such bad young men ought not to be countenanced—that every young lady should set her face against them. "Alas!" she replied, "I have set my face against them too much already. They will never reform till we take our faces away from them altogether." ---- I m u - ——— The Poet of the Breakfast Table gives this decription of the manner iu which a girl of the period makes ready to play and plays her grand piano: "It was a young woman witlt as many white muslin flounces round her as the planet Saturn has rings, that did it. She gave a music stool a twirl or two and Huffed down onto it like a whirl of soap-suds in a hand basin. Then she pushed up her cuffs as if she was going to fight for the champion's belt. Then she worked her wrists and hand, to limlier 'em, I suppose, and spread out her fingers till they looked as though they would pretty much cover the key-board, from the growling end to the little squeaky one.« Then those two hands of her's made a jump at the keys as if they were a couple of tigers com ing down on a flock of black and white sheep, and the poor piano gave a great howl as if its tail had been trod on. Dead stop—so still you could hear your bair growing. Then another jump and another howl, as if the piano had two tails and you trod on both of em at once, and a clatter and scramble and string of jumps, up and down, back and for ward, one band over the other, like a stam pede <>f rats and mice more than like any thing I call music. How money mode by Farming', Much labor is clone on farms that is not farming in the true sense. By such labor no money is ever made. A man may support himself and family, keep out of debt, and a few dollars in his pocket bv practicing the most stringent economy. If lie is otherwise than industrious and sober, he is on the down grade with loose brakes, and the end js soon reached. But farming, in its true sense, is a profession equal to that of the law, or medi cine, and needs equal study, mental capacity, and intelligently directed labor to command success in it. The principles which underlie the practice of the true farmer must be well understood, and a stead}', consistent course of operations must be followed. Having thoroughly learned the nature and capacity of the soil he possesses, and chosen the rota tion most suitable, and the stock to be most profitably kept on it, he does not swerve from nis chosen course, but in good markets and bad raises his regular crops, and keeps his land regularly increasing in fertility. No special cry tempts or affrights him. He does not talk darylng this season or crops the next, but doubtless, if auy particular product be in demand and bring a good price, he has some of it to sell and reaps a share of the advan tages. He saves as much money as some men make Ity care and economy in purchasing and preserving tools, seeds, manuers and ma chines, and his business habits and constant readiness for all occasions give him reason able security against the effocts of adverse seasons and bad weather. Always prepared, he is never fix> late, and always calm, he is never too soon, and thus, "taking time by tbe forelock," he has the stern old tyrant at his command, and turns him at his will. He has no losses and his gains arc steady. Eccentricity. The following singular instance of eccen tricity, illustrating the close connection of this condition of the mind with insanity, is related by Professor Hammond in his work on diseases of the nervous system : A lady had, since her childhood, shown a singularity of conduct as regarded her table furniture, which she would pave of no othej material than copper. People laughed at her, and tried to reason her out of her whim, but in vain. In no other respect was there any evi dence of mental aberration. She was intelli gent, by no means excitaeble, and in the en joyment of excellent health. An uncle had, however, died Insane. A startling circum stance started in her a new train of thought, nnd excited emotions which she could not control. She read in a morning paper that Mr. Kopperman hod arrived at one of the hotels, and she announced her determination to call on him. Her friends endeavored to dissuade her, but without avail. She went to the hotel and was told that he had juBt left for Chicago. Without returning to her home she bought a ticket for Chicago, and actually started on the next train For that city. The telegraph, however, overtook her, and she was brought bnck from Rochester raving of her love tor a man whom she had never seen, and whose niune alone had been associated «in lier mind with her fancy for copper table furniture. She died of acute mania within a month.— Scribner '« Monthly. A Checkered Career, In the lower shops of the Pennsylvania Railroad Company at Altoona, is employed an individual, a painter by trade, who has ex perienced as many changes in this strange life as generally fait» to the lot of man. lie graduated with high honor at Jefferson Col lege, and subsequently assisted in the build ing of the first railroads in Illinois and Upper Canada. Six months of his life were spent witlt the Huron Indians on the Monto Alands, in the Georgian Bay. He has been the editor and proprietor of two weekly papers, and the editor of three others—two of them daily. He was a captain under General William Walker in his fatal expedition to Nicaragua, on which occasion jie was Captured with his commander and condemned to be shot, but subsequently made bis escape, and after wan dering for three months in the forests, suc ceeded in returning safely to this country. At the breaking out of the late civil war he was commissioned a lieutenant colonel by tne Secretary of war, Cameron, and assigned to the staff of Major General McCollotn of the construction corps. By this latter officer he was assigned to Geueral Sherman's Depart ment, where he gave entire satisfation both to General Sherman and the Secretary of War, Stanton. At the close of the war in settling his accounts with the Government for projterty passing through his hands, he was adjudged a defaulter to the amount of over 9600,000, although lie steadfastly main tains that he never wronged the Government out of a solitary copper. To Be or Not to Be. The following conversation between a young lady who wrote for magazines and an old gentleman who believed he could speak English, occurred somewhere in Massachu setts, aud is quoted tor the benefit of gram marians : Old Gentleman.—"Are there any houses building in your village ? " Young Ladjv—"No Sir. There is anew house being bdm for Mr. Smith, but it is the carpenter» who are building." Gentleman.—"True: I stand corrected. To be building is certainly a different thing from to be being built. And how long is Mr. Suflth's house been being built ? " • Lady (looks puzzled a moment, and then answered rather ahrubtly.) " Nearly a year." Gentleman.—"How much longer do you think it will be being built ? " Lady (explosively.)—"Don't Know." Gentleman—"I should think Mr. Smith would be annoyed by its being so long being built, for the house he now occupies being old, he must leave it, and the new one being only Iteing built, instead of being built as be expelled, he cannot—" Here the gentleman jx;rceived that Ihc lady had disappeared. qnesr Freak of aa Pennsylvania. Farmer. The Bucks County (Penn.) Intelligencer says: On a certain farm in Pine Run Valley, about three miles west of Doylestown, is a remarkable collection of liay-stacks. Hie owner appears to have studied his hay for fifteen or twenty years past, without consum ing much of it, and the result is that there are now from forty to fifty large stacks of hay on the premises. There is a group in almost-every field, and the buildings are al most surrounded by them. Some of the stacks are so old and rotten that they have fallen apart and show a great gap in the mid dle, exposing the interior to the weather. These stacks probably contain, or did once, an average of eight tons each. This would make an aggregate of 400 tons, which at the present city prices would be worth not far from $2,000. As many of them are quite olu the hay cannot now be of first quality. The object of this remarkable accumulation of hay we do not knpw, and the owner is said to be quite averse to selling any of it and declined to supply some of the neighbors who ran short last spring. If it were now put in the market it would bring enough money to put tbe farm in prime order and erect a first rate set of buildings. ' Marrying Tipplers. A word of warning to young ladies on this subject is not inappropriate. IIow many young women, by uniting their destinies with tipplers, or men of confirmed intemperate habits, have involved themselves in sorrow änderten shame? "Yet, in spite of all the wretchedness of drunkards' wives," says Mr. Cuyler, "young women are continually wil ling to marry men who are in the habit of in dulging in tbe social glass. Ladies often re fuse the marriage offers of young men be cause they are too poor, or of too humble a family, or too plain in person or manners. But only now and then one bas good sense enough to refuse to unite herself with a man who will not pledge himself to total absti nence. A rich and fashionable young man has commonly no trouble to get a wife, even though he is hardly sober long enough to pronounce the marriage vow. But a teeto taler iu coarse raiment might be snubbed as a vulgar fellow who has never seen society. Ladies, before you begin to scold at me for this impious thing, just look around and Bee if it is not true." Ladies, this is an important subject, and you should consider it. It involves your hap piness and respectability in this world, and perhaps your salvation in the next. You should reject the hand of any man who in dulges in the intoxicating cup. What are riches, station or anything worth without so briety, virtue and character. Beware. Unlucky Days for Matrimony* We may possibly be doing a service to some of our readers by informing them—on the authority of a manuscript of the fifteenth century, quoted frorfi the Book of Days— that there are just 82 days in the year upon which it is unadvisable to go into matrimony, namely: Seven in Januury, three each in February, Mardi, May and December, two each in April, June, July, August, September and November, and one in October—so that January is the worst and October the best month for committing matrimony. The ac tual unlucky days are these; January 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 10 and 15; February 6, 7, and 18; March 1, 6, 8; April 6, 11; Slay 5, 6, 7; June 7, 15; July 5, 11); August 15, 10; September 0, 7; October 6; November 14, 15; December 15, 16, 17. As to which is the best day of the week, why— Monday lor wealth, Tuesday (or health, Wednesday tne best day ot all— Thursday (or crosses, Friday tor losses, Saturday no lack at all. Cure FOB Corns.— Take a little sweet oil on getting up in the morning and before re tiring at night and rub it on the corn, well pared down. This relieves tbe friction, which causes corns, and will cure them in a short time. ExtsMlrs Mining Ditch In ttrcfs». The Burnt River Ditch has recently been completed and the water let into it. The main ditch is about 06 miles long, and has a capacity of 2,500 inches of water. For two years it required the employment of from 250 to 400 men constantly to construct it. The ditch contains two flumes, one of which is 400 feet long and 78 feet high, and the other is 256 feet long and 60 feet Ugh. The cost of its construction has exceeded 9400,000, of which the supplies amounting to 980,000 were brought from Chicago direct. The ditch is owned by a com pan} of Eastern capitalists, who are impressed with the richness of the mines of Baker county. Their enterprise will doubtless be rewarded by a large yield of the precious metals, and will tend to a more extensive development of the resources of that portion of Oregon. mÊB n f > I' ifcw Webster and Brandt. While John Branch, of North Carolina, was Gen. Jackson's Secretary of the Navy, he, Tazewell, nnd Daniel Webster were walk ing on the north bank of the Potomac, at Washington. Tazewell, willing to amnse himself at Branch's simplicity, said, "Branch, I'll bet you a ten dollar bat that I can prove that you are on the other side of the river." " Done," said Branch. " Well," said Taze well, pointing to the opposite shore, "isn't that one side of the river ?" " Yes. " " Well, isn't this the other side ?" " Yes. " " Then, as you are here, are you not on the other side ? " " Why, I declare," said poor Branch, " so it is ! But hc% comes Webster. I'll win my hat back from him." Webster now came up, ond Branch accosted him : " Web ster, I'll bet you a ten dollar hat that I can prove that you are on the other side of the river." "Done." "Well, isn't this one side?" "Yes.',' "Well, isn't that the other?" "Yes, but 1 am not on that side." Branch hung his head, and submitted to the loss of the two hats as quietly as he could.