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H ST M 1 - H " ne quare, cacti addltiuuiO r6-t'iun 5 HHl J 0 1 1 2 H & I ' F ft I I M H ttl U A a W Oneualyear 1 Oil 6i & ad 1. r . &A- fli JHL U A faiH A m ffl JA m ' One-liiuWou-stsmn pcxjcar..i 3a on Unc-thirJ co In urn. i,er reaf . 40 tin r rOHTV YU.VKS AGO. EY.StrTlMLK SiSSlFKAS. How wondrous arc the changes, Jim, Since forty yeare ago, When gals wore woolen dresses, Jim, And boys wore pants of tow; When shoes were made of calfskin And socs of homespun wool, And children did a half-day's work Before the hour of school. The girls took music lessons, Jim, Upon the spinning-wheel. And practiced late and early, Jim, On spindle, swift, and reel; The boys would ride bare-back to mill A dozen miles or to. And hurry off before 'twas day, Some forty years ago. The people rode to meeting, Jim, In sleds instead of sleighs. And wagocs rode as easy, Jim, ' A buggiea now a-days. And oxen answered well for teams, Though now they'd be too slow, Toi people lived not half so fast, cme forty years ag . 0, well do I remember, Jim, The Wilson patent store, That father bought and paid for, Jim, In cloth our gals had wove; And how the neighbors wondered When wc got the thing to go. They said 'twould bust and kill us all, Some forty years ago. Yes, everything is different, Jim, From what it used to was, For men arc always tampering, Jim, With Ood'a great natural laws; Bat what on earth we're coming to Docs anybody know? For everything has changed so much, Since forty years ago. THE BLACK TULiP. UY AlEX.tXBltK niT.UAS, AntlrorlieCo:it or Jlonle 'rislo," -TlieTIiree JiiariUnirii." "rwriitj Yenr Anor."'I!ra3rIiiinr. Uie Son or AtlioK.""I.ouio-I: Valllrro. The Iro:i JIm-U,"" Etc.. Etc CHAPTER XI. C0CSEL1CS VAX niERLE'a WILL. Roahad not been mistaken; the judges came on the following day to llie Buiten liof, ami proceeded with the trial of Cor nelius Van Baerlc The ex amination. however, did not last long, it having ap peared on evidence that Cornelius had kept at his house that correspondence of the brothers De Witt with France. He did not deny it The only point about which there seemed any difficulty was, whether this correspondence had been intruded to him by his godfather Cornelius De Wittc. But as, since tlie death of the martyrs. Van Baerle had no longer any reason for withholding the truth, be not only did not deny that the parcel had been deliv ered to bim by Cornelius De Witte him self, but he alsosta'ed all thecircunistan ccs under which it was done. This confession involved the godson in the crime cf the godfather, manifest com plicily being considered to exist between Cornelius De Witte and Cornelius Van l'aerlc. The honest doctor did not confine him self to this avowal, but told the whole truth with regard to his own tastes, hab its, and daily life. He described bis in difference to jioHtics, his love of study, of the fine arts, of science, and of flowers. He explained that, since the day when Cornelius De Wittc handed to him the parcel at Dort, he himself had never touched, nor even noticed it. To this it was objected, that in this re spect he co.ild not possibly be speaking the truth, since the papers had been de losited in a press, in which both his hands and his eyes must have been en gaged every day. Cornelius answered that it was indeed ho; that, however, he never put his hand into the press, but to ascertain whether his bulbs were dry, and that he never looked into it, but to see if they were be ginning to sprout. To this again it was objected, that his pretended indiltercncc respecting this de posit was not to be icasonably entertain ed, as he could not have received such papers from the hand of his godfather without being made acquainted with, their important character. He replied that his godfather Cornelius loved him too well, and, above all, that he was too cousiderate a man to have communicated to him anything of the con tents of the parcel, well knowing that euck a confidence would only have caused anxiety to him who received it. To this it was objected, that if De Witte had wished to act in such a way, he would have added to the parcel, in case of accidents, a certificate, betting forth that his godson vras an entire Granger to the nature of this correspondence, or at least he would, during his trial, have written a, letter to him, which might be produced as his justification. Cornelious replied, tbat undoubted! v Iii-.Godfathcr could not have thought that there was any risk for the safety of his de posit, hidden as it was in a press, which was looked upon as sacred aa tbe taber nacle by the whole household or Van Baerle; and that, consequently, he had : i t .i . , i cuusiuereu uie ccriincaic as useless. As to a letter, he certainly had some reiuem herance that some moments previous to hie arrest, while he was absorbed in the contemplation of one of the rarest of his bulbs, John De Witte's servant entered liis dry room, and handed to him a paper, but the whole was to him only lik a vague dream; the servant had disappeared, and as to the paper, perhaps it might be found, if a proper search were made. As far as Creake was concerned, it was impossible to find him, as he had left Holland. The paper also was not very likely to be found, and no one gave him self the trouble to look for it. Cornelius did not much press this point, since, even supposing that the pa per should turn up, it could not have any direct connection with the correspondence which constituted the crime. Tlic judges wished to make it appear as though they wanted to urge Cornelius tp make a Letter defence; they displayed that benevolent patience,, which is gen erally a sign of the magistrates being in terested for the prisoner: or of a man's having so completely got the better of his adversary, that he needs no longer any appressive means to ruin him. Cornelius did not accept of the hypo critical protection, and in a last answer, which lie set forth with the noble bearing of a martyr, and the calm serenity of a righteous man, he said: "You ask me things, gentlemen, to which I can answer only the exact trtitli. Hear it The parcel was put in my hands, in the way I have described. I vow before God, that I tins, and am still ignorant of its contents, aud that it was not until my arrest tbat I learned that tlits deposit was the correspondence ol the Grand Pensionary with the Marquis de Louvois. Aud, lastly, I vow and pro test, that I do not understand how any one should have known tbat this parcel was in my house; and, above all, how can 1 be deemed criminal for having received what my illustrious and unfortunate god father brought to my house.'' This was Van Baerle's whole defence, after which the judges began to deliber ate on the verdict. They considered that every offshoot of ciiil discord is mischievous, because it revives tbe contest which it is the interest of all to put do '.mi. One of them, who bore the character of a profound observer, laid down as his opinion that this young man, so phleg matic in appearance, must in reality be very dangerous, as, under this icy exte rior, he was sure to conceal an ardent de sire to revenge his friend the De Witte Another observed, that the love of tu lips agreed perlictly well with that of Khtics, aud that it was proved in history that many very dangerous men were en gaged in gardening, just as if it bad been their profession, whilst really they occu pied themselves with perfectly different concerns; witness Taiquin the Elder, who jrew poppies at Gabbii, and tbe Great Conde, who watered bis carnations at the dungeon of Vinccrines, at the very moment when the former meditated bis return to Rome, aud the latter his escape from prison. The judge summed up with the follow ing dilemma: ''Either Cornelius Van Baerle is a great lover oftulipi, or a great lover of politics; in either case he has told us a falsehood, first, because his having occupied himself witti poli ics i proved by the letters which were found at his house; and secondly, be cause bis having ccupicd himself with tu lips is proved by the bulbs, which leave no doubt of the fad; and herein lies the enormity of the case. Cornelius Van Baerle was concerned in the growing of tulips, and in the pursuit of politics at one and the same time, the prisoner is of hybiid character, of an amphibious or ganization, working with equal ardor at Klilics and at tulips, which proves him to belong to the class of men most dan gerous to public tranquillity, and shows a certain, or rather a complete, 'analogy between his character, and that of those master minds, of w hich Tarquiu the Elder and the Great Conde have been felicitous ly quoted as examples." The upshot of all these reasonings was, that his Highness, the Prince Sladtholder of Holland, would feel infinitely obliged to the magistracy of the Hague, if they simplified for him the government of the Seven Provinces, by destroying even the last germ of conspiracy against his au thority. This argument capped all the others. and in order so much the more efl'ectually to destroy the germ of conspiracy, sen tence of death was unanimously pronounc" ed against Cornelius Van Baerle, as being arraigned, and convicted, for having, tin der the innocent appearance of a tulip lancier, participated in the detestable in trigues and abominable plots of the bro thers De Witte against Dutch nationality, and in their secret relations with their French enemy. A supplementary clause was tacked to the sentence, to the effect that."the afore said Cornelius Van Baerle should be led from the prison of the Buitenhofto the scaffold in the yard of the same name, where the public executioner would cut ofT his head." As thU deliberation was a most serious affair, it lasted a full half-hour, during which the prisoner was remanded to hw cell. The Kecorder of the States came to ,..! ,i. ...... . i j Ltit 11 111.11. Master Gryphus was detained in bed by the tever caused by the fracture of his arm. His keys passed into the hands of one of his assistants. Behind this turn key, who introduced the Recorder, I'osa, the fair Frisian maid, had slipped into the recess of the door, with a handkerchief to her mouth to stifle her sobs. Cornelius listened to the sentence with an expression rather of surprise than of sadness. After the 'sentence was read, the Re corder asked him whether he had any thing to answer. "Indeed, I have not," he replied. "On ly I confess that among all the causes of death, against which a camions man may guard. I should never have suppos ed this to be coniprised." On this answer, the Recorder saluted Van Baerle, with all that consideration which such functionaries generally be stow upon great criminals of every sort But whilst he was about to withdraw, Cornelius asked, "By-thcby, Mr, Record er, what day is the thing you know what I mean to take place?'' "Well, to-day," answered the Record er, a little surprised by the self-possession of the condemned man. A sob was heard behind the door, and Cornelius turned round to look from whom it came; but Rosa, who had fore seen this movement, had fallen back. "And," continued Cornelius, "what hour is appointed?" "Twelve o'clock, sir." "Indeed," said Cornelius. "I think I heard the clock strike ten about twenty minutes ago: I have not much time to spare," "Indeed you have not, if you want to make jour peace with God," said the Recorder, bowing to the ground. "You may ask for any clergyman yon please." ".Saying these words he went out back wards' and the assistant turnkey was go ing to follow liim, and to lock the door of Cornelius' cell, when a white and trembling arm interposed between him and the heavy door. Cornelius saw nothing but the golden brocade cap, tipped with lace, such as the Tri-dan girls wore; he heard nothing but some whispering into the ear of the turn key. But the latter put his heavy keys into the white hand which was stretchtd out to receive iliem, and, descendingsonie step, sat down on the staircase, which was thus guarded above by himself, and below by the dog. The head-dress turn ed round, and Cornelius beheld the face of Rosa, blanched with grief, and her beautiful eyes streaming with tears. She went np to Cornelius, crossing her arms on her heaving breast. "Oh, sir, sir!" she said, but sobs chok ed her utterance. "My good girl," Cornelius replied with emotion, "what do you wish '! I may tell you that my time on earth is short." "1 come to ask a favor of you," said Rosa, extending her arms partly toward heaven. "Don't weep so, Rosa," said the prison er, "for your tears go much more to my heart than my approaching fate, and you know the less guilty a prisoner is, the more it is his duty to die calmly, and even joyfully, as he dies a martyr. Come there's adear, don't cry any more, and tell me what you want, my pretty Ro.a." She fell on her knees. "Forgive my father," she said. "Your father, your father! said Cor nelius, astonished. "Yes, he has been so harsh to you, but it is his nature, he is so to every one, and you are not the only one whom he ban bullied." "He is punished, my dear Rosa, more than punished, by the accident that has befallen him, aud I forgive him." "I thank you, bir," said Rosa. "And now tell me oh, tell me can I do any thing for you ?" "You can dry your beautiful eyes, my dear child," answered Cornelius .-. ilh a good tempered smile. "But what can I do for you, for you I mean '!" "A man who has only one hour longer to live mu-t be a great Sybarite, still to want anything, my dear Rosa." "The clergyman who they have pro posed to you ?" "1 have worshipped God all my life, I have worshipped Him in his works, and praised Him in his decrees. I am at pace with Him, and do not wish for a clergy man. The last thought which occupies my mind, however, has reference to the glory of the Almighty, and indeed my dear, I should ask you to help me in car rying out this last thought," "Oh, Mynheer Cornelius, speak, speak!'' exclaimed Ro-a, still bathed in tears. "Give me vour hand, and promise me not to laugh, my dear child.'' "Laugh," exclaimed Roa, frantic with grief, "laugh at this moment ! but do you not see my tears?'' "Rosa, you are no stranger to ir.e. I have tint seen much of you, but that little is enough to make me appreciate your character. I have never seen a woman more fair or more pure than yen are, and if from this moment I take no more no tice of you, forgive me; it is only because, on leaving this world, 1 do not wish to have any further regret." "Rosa felt a shudder creeping over her frame, for, whilst the prisoner pronounc ed these words tlic belfry clock of the Biiitcnhof struck eleven. Cornelius understood her, "Yes, yes, let us make haste," he said, "you are right Rosa." Then, taking the paper with the three suckers from his breast, where he had again put it, since he. had no longer any fear of being searched, he said, "My dear girl, I have been very fond of flowers. That was at a time when I did not know that there was anything else to be loved. Don't blush, Rosa, r.or turn away; and even if I were making you a declaration of love, alas! poor dear, it would be of no more consequence. Down there in the yard, there is an instrument of steel, which in sixty minutes will put an end to my boldness. WelV Ro.-a, I love flowers dearly, apd I have found, or at least I believe so, the secret of the grand black tulip, which it lias been considered im possible to grow, and for which, as you know, or may not know, a prize of a hun dred thousand guilders has been offered by the Horticultural Society of Haarlem. These hundred thousand guilders and heaven knows I do not regret them these hundred thousand guilders I hae here in this paper; for they are won by the three bulbs wrapped up in it, which you may take, Rosa, as I make you a present of them." "Mynheer Cornelius !" "Yes, yes, Rosa, you may take them, you arc not wronging any one, my child. I am alone in this world; my parents are dead; I never had a sister or brother. I have never had a thought of loving any one with what is called love, and if any one has loved me, I have not known it. However, you see well, Rosa, that I am abandoned by everybody, as in this sad hour jou alone are with me in my prison, consoling and assisting me-" "But, bir, a hundred thousand guild ers "Well, let us talk seriously, my dear child: those hundred thousand guilders will he a nice marriage-portion, with your pretty face; jou shall have them, Rosa, dear Rosa, and I ask nothing in return but your promise that you marry a fine young man, whom you love, and who will love you, as dearly as 1 loved my flowers. Don't interrupt me, Koj.i, dear, I have only a few minutes more." The poor girl was nearly choking with her sobs. Cornelius took her by the hand. "Listen to me," he continued: "I'll teach you how to manage it. Go to Dort and ask Butruyshcim, my gardener, for soil from my border number six, lill a deep box with it, and plant in it these three bulbs. They will flower next May, that is to eay, in seven months'; and, when jou see the flower forming on the stem, be careful at night to protect them from the wind, and by day to screen them from the feun. They will flower black; I am quite sure of it. You are then to apprise the President of the Haarlem So-cietj-. He will cause the color of the flower to be proved before the committee, and those hundred thousand guilders will be paid to you-" Rosa heaved a deq sigh. "And now," continued Cornelius, wip ing away a tear which was glistening in his eye, and which was shed much more for that marvellous black tulip which be was not to see, than for the life he was about to c, "1 have no wish left, ex cept that the tulip should be called 'Horn ISirlorensis,' that is to say, that its name should combine yours and mine; and as, of course, you do not understand Latin, and might therefore forget this name, try to get for me pencil aud paper, that 1 may write it down for you." Ro-a subbed afresh, and handed to him a hook, bound in shagreen, which bore the initial C. W. "What isthi-'?'' aked the prisoner. "Alas !" replied Rosa, "it is the Bible of j'our poor godfathsr Cornelius De Witte. From it he derived strength to endure the torture, and to bear his sen tence without flinching. I found it in this cell, after the death of the martyr, anil have preserved it as a relic. To-daj- I brought it to you, lor it seemed to me that this book must possess in itself a power which is quite heavenly. Write in it what you have to write, Mynheer Cor nelius and though, tinforttuintelj-, I am not able to read, I will take care that what you write shall be accomplished." Cornelius took the Bible, and kissed it reverently. "With what shall I write?" asked Cornelius. "There is a pencil in the Bible," said Rosa. This was the pencil which John Dc Wittc had lent to his brother, and which he had forgotten to take away with him. Cornelius took it, and, on the last fly leaf (for it will be remembered that the lirst was torn out), drawing near his end like his godfather, he wrote, with a no less firm hand: "On this day, the 23rd of August, 1G72, being on the point of rendering, although .innocent, mj' soul to God on the scaffold, 1 bequeath to Rosa Gryphus, the onlj-worldlj- gooil which has remained to me of all that I have possessed in this world, the rest having ""been confiscated; I be queath, I say, to Ro.-a Grypluis three bulbs, which I am eoavinctd. n.u;t pro duce, in next May, the Grand Black Tulip, for which a prize of a hundred thousand guilders has been offered by the Haarlem Society, requesting that she mnv' be paid the same sum in my stead, as my sole heiress, under the only condition of her marrying a respectable young man of about inj- age, who loves her, and whom she loves, and of her giving the black tulip, which will constitute a new species, tlic name of 'Jlosa Barhcensix' that is to sav, hers and mine combined. "So may God grant me mercj-; and to her health and long life! "Cor.XEMUs Van- Baerle." The prisoner then giving the Bible to Rosa, said: "Read." "Alas!" she answered, "I have already told you I cannot read." Cornelius then read to Rosa the testa ment that he had just made. The agony of the poor girl almost over powered her. "Do you accept my conditions ?" asked the prisoner, with a melancholy smile, kissing the trembling hands of the afflict ed girl. "Oh, I don't know sir;" she stam mered. "You don't know, child, and why not?" "Because there is one condition which I am afraid I cannot keep." "Which? I should have thought that all was settled between us." "You give me the hundred thousand guilders as a marriage-portion, don't you ?'' "Yes." "And under the condition of my mar rying a man whom I love?" "Certainlj-." "Well, then, sir, this money cannot be long to me 1 shall never love any one; neither shall 1 marry." And, after having with difficulty utter ed these word-, Rosa almost swooned away in the violence of her grief. Cornelius, frightened at seeing her .so pale and sinking, was going to take her in his arms, when a heavy step, followed bj. other dismal sounds, was heard on the staircase, amidst the continued barking of the dog. "They are coming to fetch yon. Oh, God ! Oh, God !" cried Rosa, wringing her hands. "And have you nothing more to tell me ?" She fell on her knees, with her face hur ried in her hands, and became almost senseless. "1 have only to say, that I wish you to prcerve these bulbs as the most precious treasure, and carefully to treat tlicm ac cording to the directions I have given you ! do it for my sake, and now farewell, Rosa." "Yes, yes;" she said, without raising her head, "I will do anything you bid me, except marrying," she added, in a low voice, "for that, oh 1 that is impossible for me." She then put that cherished treasure next her beating heart. The noise on the staircase which Rosa and Cornelius had heard was caused by the Recorder, who was coming for the prisoner. He was followed by the exe cutioner, by the soldiers who were to form the guard round the scaffold, and by some curious hangers-on of the prison. Cornelius, without showing any weak ness, but likewise without any bravado, received them rather as friends than as persecutors, and quietly submitted to all those preparations which these men were obliged to make in the performance of their duty. Then, casting a glance into the yard through the narrow iron-barred window of his cell, he perceived the scaffold, and, at twenty paces distant from it, the gib bet, from which, by order of the Stadt holder, the outraged remains of the two brothers De Witte had been taken down. When the moment came to descend, in order to follow the guards, Cornelius sought with his eyes the angelic look of Itoa; but he saw, behind the swords and halberds, only a !orm lying outstretched near a wooden bench, and a death-like face half covered with long golden locks. But, Rosa, whilst falling down sense less, still obej'ing her friend, had pressed her hand on her velvet bodice, and, for getting everything in the world besides, niptinctirelj' grasped the precious deposit which Cornelius had entrusted to her care. Leaving the cell the young man could still see, in the convulsiveky-clenchcd fingers of Rosa, the yellowish leaf from that Bible on which Cornelius De Witte had with such difficulty and pain written these few lines, which, if Van Baerle had read them, would undoubtedly have been the saving of a man and a tulip. Continued next weel:. In one of Josh Billings' late papers he says: "The sun was agoing to bed, and the hevins fur and near were a blushing at the performance I" 'Vhat's all this talk about the cour rency nnd the five-twenties and the sivin thirties that I hear about, Mike t" "Why, bliss your sowl, don't ye know, Tat? It manes that theGovernmcnt wants to make laborin' men work from five-twenty in the mornin' till siviu-thirty in the avening." "Och, the spalpeens ' May the divil choke them '" Old Xfvrsjiaiiers. (Frankfurt Yeoman.) Mr. Wm. Danghc'rty. of this cily, has laid teforc us a copy of the "Maysville Eagle" (a weekly) ofOctober. l'Jth ia2j, and a printed circular, without date, aJ dressed to the people of Kentucky by his grandfather, Dr. Michael Daugherty, of Maysville; on the subject of a land decis ion by the new Court of Appeals. Also a' fragment of an old Philadelphia journal These documents arc all j-ellow with age, and filled with interesting reading matter, including advertisements, characteristic of those times. In the paper of Oct, 10, we find that the Eagle was "printed and published by Lewis Collins," which we presume indicates that be was also the editor. Mr. Collins is better known to the present generation of Kentuckians as the author of the History of Kentucky bearing his name. The size of the Ejgle at that time was about one-third what it is now, but its contents show that it was conducted with great spirit and ability. The first page of the number dated Oct. 10 contains a three-column story, entitled "The Strawberry Girl," copied from the New York Free Press, and "A Letter from Europe No. VI," sent back from Limerick, Ireland, by the editor of the New York Statesman. On the second page we find "The address of the Presi dent of Mexico to the Mexican Congress"' (name of the President not given); next a column of extracts from "The Speech of M. M. Noah at Ararat" one extract bc ind devoted to the identification of the North American Indians with the Lost Tribes of Israel, and the other to the eloquent maintenance of the proposition that "Agriculture is the natural and no blest pursuit of man;" and then, after a few more miscellaneous excerpt3 Monies two columns of advertisements. Of these two columns, Mr. Cox, bookseller, occu pies a whole one with a catalogue of his goods, headed, "New Books." Then comes J. T. Edgar's advertisement of his seminary of learning, under the caption of "A Literary Asylum," which he concludes with the statement that "a few moral boarders will be taken." Next, the card of two citizens of Potosi, Mo., and one of Maysville, Ky., headed, "Stop the mur derer!!!" and offering $1,000 reward for the apprehension of William Hill, who murdered William M. Perry near PotOsi, on the 17th Sep , 1S25. The description of Hill winds upas follows: '-He is 50 years old, chews tobacco, is found of gaming and drinking, and, in fine, is addicted to every vice." Next comes a reward of $40 for a runaway negro slave a boy named Aaron by Alfred Metcalfe, &c The third page is devoted to editcrial and general news. First, the editor informs a correspondent that "Spectator' shall appear next week. Thn comes the inev itable weather paragraph, stating that wherea9 the forepart of October, up to the Sundaj- before, had been unusually warm, it had since undergone a change and was now (on the 10th) cold. But we have not the space to give a complete description ol this fifty-year old paper. But one Kentucky paper is copied from or noticed in this old paper, namelj-, the Danville Advocate. In the fragment of the old Philadephia paper, the nameand date of which have been torn oil', but which was evidently printed in September, 1S24, we find the "Louisville (Kentucky) Public Adver tiser" quoted from as affirming that Lou isville has been healthy this season, and that "the inhabitants of the Ohio shores generally, have abundant cause to feel grateful to the Most High for the good health they have enjoyed." This an cient Philadelphia newspaper is filled with notices of the tour of Gen. La Fayette (then the guest of the United States) through the Eastern States, the ovations he everywhere received, &c, and with sharp editorials and reprinted paragraphs advocating the election of J. Q. Adams, then Secretary of State, to the Presidency. It also contains a notice of the death of Rev. David Coldwell, in Guilford county, N. C, on the 19th Au gust, 1824, aged 00 years and 5 months he having been bom in Lancaster, Pa., in March, 1725. Among the advertise ments we find the names ofDrs. Phvsic and Chapman, Thos. P. Cope it Sons, II. C. Carey & Lea, E. Littell, Thomas Sullj-, J. J. Audubon, Titian R. Teele all names well-known to the country, aa those of distinguished Phlladelphians. Among the advertisers in the Old Maj-sville Eagle are the names of A. LI Januarj-, Win. Huston, jr., Dr. Shackle- ford, John Armstrong, G. W. Wilson, J, M. morton, J. B. West James Shackle- ford, Wm. Anno, L. Gultck, Val Peers and others whose names are still familiar in that part of Kentucky. Val Peers advertises a cotton factory for sale, and John Armstrong says that Marshall's History of Kentucky can be bought at his store. "John, I came very near selling my shoes the other day," said one man to an other. "How was thnt?" "Why, I had them half-soled." The doctors don't believe in advertising it's unprofessional j'ou know but let one of 'em tie up a sore thumb- for John Smith, and thev'll climb- seven pairs of i . I staira to have a reporter "jtst mention it, I you know. How Xicii lioltrn 1V:ti Ciinzlit. Sick Bowers wn a Inetnber of the original Christy Minstrcd-aiiilTn his dav was the greatest middle niRii-tnterrosator known in the profession, -liclcuied to tell with-' great rntr'riment,( an .incident of his boyhood, lo preserve the flavor of the relation' We" will record it In NickVown languor, and only regret tliat'trc cannot accompany' it" with his illimitable gesticu lations: "Mr old' man," said. Nick; "a3 a gen eral thing, was a pretty steadyjold' gent. but once irra while he would get oblivi ous, and water wss" notf the cause of it I recollect a certain hilidrr was ap- proacjiing, and I had been skinning around to g'H a little money to have nv time with on that day, IUt the fates and pursea were against me. It was bat two' days prior to the holiday, and I hadn't' nary a red. Remember thia, boyy, when' I add that on the same afternoon I came into the house, when To! there oil' :he floor, totally overcome by his libation?, lay my respected' daddy, and beside hinv lay six shining half- dollars which had' rolled" from liis pocket Boys, I've beciv an honest man all my life, but once when a boy I- committed a theft I hooked" one of those half dollars. Thinks I to' myself, the old man's been a jamboree, and won't know how much he spent, ami will never miss it But mark you, the next morning I and my two brothers were summoned into my father's presende. The old man's face lowered, Lthought of the half dollar and I knew a storm waJ brewing." "Boys," said he "last night when I came home I had sir half dollars. One' of 'em's gone. Your mother didn't take it. There's been no one ejse in the house. Which one of yoir took itT We all pro-" tested our innocence. "Boys," said the old; marl, "that half ilollar never walked off, and I'm going to' find out which one of you took it." Turning around, he' took down from' the wall an old flint lock blunderbuss. This he deliberately loaded with powder and buckshot in our presence; then fast ening it on the table, cocked it, took a seat behind, holding the string in his" hand, and in' solemn tones addressed wet thusly? "Boys, I'm going to discover the thief and punish him at' the same time. Yoir must each of you blow into the muzzle of that gun. When the guilty one blotfs, off goesrhis headl Now then-, yon have a chance, will you own up; or blow up!-" "Be3," said the old man to my eldest' brother, "have you-got that half dollar?' "No, sir." "Take a blow." "Nick," (eh, boys. Til tell' you tlio chills began to roll down my Sack,)" "got that half dollar?" "No, sir," said I with a defiant swagcr. "Blow that gun." I walked up gravely, gave a blow and dodged! "Nick," said the old man in a voice of thundtr, "where is that half dollar?" He had me The truth doged out of me. Said I, "out in the barn-, pap." Kcii.sib!e A1 vice to (jirl. Give them a good education. Teach them to cook a nourishing meal. Teaeh them how to wash and iron, dam stock ings, sew on buttons, to make their own dresses and a decent shirt. Teach them how to bake bread, and that an orderly, well kept kitchen saves many drug3 and medicines. Teach them that a dollar is worth one hundred cents, and that only he saves who pays- less than he receives, ami all that pay out more have to become poor. Teach them a paid for calico dress fits better than a silk for which they have to run in debt. Teach them that a round, full face is worth more than fifty consumptive beau-, ties; teach them to wear good, strong shoes. Teach them horf to- make purchases, and to calculate whether the bill corres ponds. Teach them that they only spoil the image of God by tight lacing. Teach them simple sound sense, self-reliance and industry. Teach them that an hon est mechanic in shirt sleeves and apron, even withouta penny, is worth more than a dozen richly dressed aristocratic idlers. Teach them to cultivate gardens and wild tIower3, the joys of free nature. And if you have the means, teach them music, drawing and all arts, but remember these are not necessary. Teach them that taking walks is healthier than taking rides, and, that the wild flowers are very beautiful to those who look at them attentively. Teach them to despise all mere glitter, and if one says yes or no he should real ly mean it. Teach them that happiness in matri mony depends neither npon outside ap pearance, nor the purse of the man; but upon his character. Have you taught them all this, and they understand it, then, when their proper time comes, let them marry In good faith, and they will get along by themselves. The hair from a ladies' braid should never be worn on the lapel of a gentle man's coat, unless tha parties are eu-gaged.