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W. U. JAfOBY, Proprietor.] VOLUME 11. STAR OF THE NORTH. PUBLlanitn KVKRY WEDNESDAY BY WM. 11. JAKOBY, Dfflte on Main St., Irrt Square below Market, TERMS:—Two Dollars per Hnnum if paid Within six months from the lime of subscrib ing: two dollars and filly cts. if not puid with in the year. No subscription taken lor a less fieriod than six months; no discontinuance permitted until all arrearages are paid, un less at the option of the editor. The teims of atlvei Using wilt be as follows : tjne square, twelve lines, three times, 81 00 Every subsequent insertion 25 i)n square, three months, 3 00 One year, 8 00 Choice JJo 11r it. PRETTY GIRLS. What funny creatures these girls are, The pretty dashing girls, Who fly around so merrily, Shaking their glossy curls. They change with every wind that blows, Changeful as the weather Borne here and there by every bteoze, Lightly as a feather. If they have any mind at all, They never make it known. But wear a mask of ignorance, EXCXPT —when the're alone. Then in seclusion deep and still, They form some heinous plan, And poor victim always proves To be some foolish man. They're pleased anj angry all by turns, As they happen to teel, Sometimes their hearts are warm and light, Again encased in steel. They smile when'er they feel enclined, And frown when'er they please, Finding a vael amount of fun In raising a great breeze. They're in their natural element When they can make a fuss. And breathe the air they, like the best When living in a muss. They talk and laugh about themselves, And about each other, While anywhere, in any place, They always are a bother. Of love scrapes they have score on score, Flirtation is their life ; They never seem to care or think, When shall I be a wife ? They trust their beanly far too much, Nor think of growing old. Old maids thev're sure they'll never be, And thus they talk and scold. How tender, loving, kind they are, When they are in the mood ; The next day cold and insolent. To the winds our hopes are strewed. They flatter us, caress and smile One day and then the next They curl their lips and turn away, Pretending to be vexed. Careless how many hearts they broak, They bring us to their feet; We look up, and a smile of scorn Our loving glances meet. It seems impossible for them To love more than a day, Boon they grow tired of the restraint, They only loved in play. COM M U NIC AT lON. For the Star of the North. Ma. EDITOR I perceive that my stric ture* upon Mr. Teitsworth's communication ot July 25th, has called-lorth another grand display of the gentleman's discriplive and anathematizing powers, proving the truth ot" the old adage that "a wounded bird will a/waye Jiuiler." 1 would not design to notice an ar ticle so totally devoid ol the spirit ol Chris-1 tianily and filled with vain egotism were it | not that by it I am placed in a lalee light, and again has misrepresentation and abuse been poured upon the innocent by a man professing to be a teacher of truth. Of the church newly organized in Sugarloaf I liave nothing to say, save that I hope it ma}' j prove a benefit to all concerned. I would , also advise some measures to be taken by ! jt with the Pastor, in order to straighten him it indeed he can be made to slate things i without setting them in a false position, and throwing around them a false coloring, f would recommend mild means however for Paul instructs us to ieed the weak with milk weak nourishment for habes, and surely the Democrat's correspondent comes under that head, or ranks with that class, judging Irom his milk and water production. But! must I treat Mr. T mildly, myself, or I may offend this "little one,'' and 1 am aware there is a penalty attached to suclt offence, lit this, therefore, dear Bro. Teitsworth, I will exer cise due discretion and only speak plainly and expose your faults only when truth and justice call for it. Let me now notice some of the assertions of the learned gentleman. "The old edifice and those who assembled there have been lately scandalized by a scoffer. &c." I sup pose be alludes to myself in this statement yet if applied to me how fafee as every one must see. Not one word occurs in my ar ticle byway of ridicule or scandal with ret ference to the worshippers who assemble at the church, or the community at large, but . altogether to the contrary. The "scandal and ridicule" appears on the other side of t * question. V igFlret, he brands them as "Unitarians," fb*m calls them "Millerites," "Errorists," Mdlastly gives the broad implication that Wg tie or were until the iruffable light con v*9M by himself (Dark Lantern) had shone arolwthem all heathen, (''a brighter day, has fallen.into my hands, Air. ■Edtfoffgitaßcious document and for the ben efit I will make an extract. Here of the Episcopalians who worshipped in die' old log churcflßjjfc;writer states very hard things Speaks of them as a set of says : "They were en couraged this ruinous habit by the example of Kir worthy Bishop, be cause 1 hear it rummd that when he used , to come tip here to ItsOTpller the welfare of his flock he had no drinking bumpers with the Like shepherd like sheep. BbaiqjpPou the clergy when thesr example is suojKs to encourage the layman to rejoice in wicked ness." Who speaks de nounces the Episcopalians Bishops? Look at this siaieme JHK (hen ask who scandalises a •acriligiously robs the dead of and brings back to memory their Who seeks to tear away that "a good name," front those honored BLOOMSBURG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 21, 1859. peeled pioneers who sleep in the quiet tomb. H'Ao *o sr/rt-A, so mean, so unchristian, but Mr W. P. Teitsworth, a "Presbyterian Divine." Another expression : "Alter the Episcopalians had forsaken it because they cared more lor the fleece than '.hey did for the flock, the Unitarians or Millerites came in, &c.'' Surely, after writing this and send ing it to the public press, Mr. T. is the wrong man to charge me with scandalizing the community around 'Cole's mills.' Sad dle the right horse, Mr. Teitsworth, if you please. I hese statements were written in connection with Mr. T.'s first article sent to the press and another and wiser man caus ed their suppression as the interlining shows a different hand from the main article. Let Mr. T. deny the existence of such a paper if he dares, I have it in my possession and intend to keep it. While he brands me with the epithet, "scoffer,"let him remem ber Paul's warning, "Therefore thou art in exaustable, O man, whosoever thou art, that judgest for wherein thou judgest another thou condemnest thyself for thou that judg est doest the same thing." Again he follows his old track, boasting of his wonderful attainments, which he ar rays against my "ignorance," speaks of me as a blackguard, &c. The public may judge as to whom this epithet belongs I had rather by far be branded as a blackguard by Mr. T., than occupy the position he does, standing charged with publishing a positive falsehood, and in various ways misrepre senting the community adjacent to Cole's mills, which falsehood and misrepresenta tions he has not attempted to disprove or even denv. I find by another statement that Mr. T. is as deficient in hearing as he is it. the principles of truth and moral hon esty. He attempts to state an illustration which 1 gave in the sermon referred to by himself. He ascribes the origin to my "mother wit." Here he meanly and wilful ly inis.tates the case, or perhaps he more properly comes in with that class of whom i; is said, "hearing ye shall not under stand." The illustration originated in the "mother wit" of one of the pious orthodox of whom he boasts so much, and upon that occasion I credited to him, using it us illustrative of "Our Religion." The same possessed by Saul of Tarsus and every Big ot from that day to the present, and of which precious articles a vast deal appears in the ar ticles of the celebrated Teitsworth. Surely h man must be driven hard to resort to as low and base means as to notice and bring be fore the public in this garbled and tattered manner, a statement when he must know that the community in which the meeting occurred, will see his dastardly manner ol treating an opponent. Mr. T. says my "ser mon was a soulless uflair." To a person residing in the neighborhood he remarked that very evening "that he could find no ob jection to it, that it was very good, &c " It appaers therefore, that he blows hot and cold with the same breath. I would not-have mentioned this circumstance hud not a i Presbyterian Divine set me the example.— j Which statement, Mr. T., is the true one ? . He says, farther: "I am willing to acknowl edge my ignorance." This is the only sen-1 sible remark in the whole article and bears j the most resemblance to truth, and say with Sir Isaac Newton, "wonder of won ders," Sir Isaac Newton and W. P. Teits worth. I have heard of fool-hardy aspira tions but never in all my lite did I witness such a wondrous flight as this. Sir Isaac Newton, the Philosopher; W. P. Teitsworth, (he Egotist; Sir Isaac Newton, the Christian; W. P. Teitsworth, the Bigot; Sir Isaac New tor. the Unitarian ; W. P. Teitsworth, the I man who will not hold fellowship or hold communication with Unitarians. Did ever we see such paradoxes ? Much as our Ego tistical friend affects to despise Unitarians he is forced to refer to them as examples of piety and learning "The flowers" he has "plucked from the field of Religious and Biblical literature," 1 opine, are as he says, "lew," and from his composiiiou and quo tations I should judge nearly withered. But here comes the crowning sentence, the ex treme height of Egotism. "I have spent many years i.n Academies, Colleges and Theological Schools." One would suppose that Pennsylvania had at last found a rival for Elihu Burr-lt, or that another Horace Mann had arisen to bless the world and that all the learning, erudition, wit, logic, eloquence, and philosophy of the past ages had centred in this most astonishing prodi gy of the present time, should we judge from the boastful declarations and state ments of the Democrat's correspondent But amid all this thunder and smoke, this anathematizing and boasting, we are uncon cerned and while he "bayß the moon" she still moves on unconscious of the clamor and unhurt by muttered tbrealenitigs of ven geance. I cannot fail in ascribing some tittle wis dom to my good Friend 1 feel constrained to do him justice, it is the part of a Chris tian to deal justly, and I must say he exhi bits it (wisdom) in acknowledging that he "was not surprised that the people around Cole's mill had a low estimate on his preach ing." I. Assure you in this, you are right for natS. But in many other things, I fear wrong. Rear with me, you know 1 must tell your faults, my dear bro'her. You speak a considerable of your call to preach, now may you not be mistaken in this. I never heard of a like instance but once be fore, and that is recorjed in the Good Book and occurred a great while ago—as long ago as, when Israel was journeying through the wilderness. A case intimately connected with Baalam, and in that instance a dismis sion was given after preaching the first ser mon. He often makes use of the term " mother wit," and protends to quote it from my article. When the term cannot be found therein; from the numberof times it is Übed by him, 1 conclude that it is one of the principal phrases in his wondrous vocabulary of know ledge. One remark is, that my writing art answer to his article proves me to be either a Uni tarian or Millerite, or both. I answer it, proves neither, 1 only perlormed a duty be longing to every truth-loving citizen and honest man. Viz. to expose a slander and falsehood, and the author of them whoever he may be, and defend a branch of Christ's Churcli against vile and malicious calumny. He says 1 have abused him " shamelessly." In his crying and whining about abuse he reminds me very much of the old fable of the unjust Judge. The tables are turned, and it is his own, &c., that has been gored at last. Why did he not think of abuse when he penned that vile slander concern ing the Christians oo Fishing Creek 1 i suppose it was no abuse when bis epithets and false declarations were poured out upon them. There is a mighty difference between " tweedle du and tweedledum" after all,.is there not, Mr.Teitsworth? Perhaps you have found it so at last. His attempt at sarcasm I TM like a leaden knife, the edge turns and it | AgMs to cut. His attempt at wit reminds us | of a declaration of scripture, "Ye shall con ceive chad and bring forth stubble," and shows a wonderful lack of that " diamond that sparkles, because God made it so that it cannot help sparkling," and ends in fol ly. I never saw a case in which Solomon's declaration will more fitly apply than the present one—" seest thou a man wise in his own conceit, there is more hope of a fool than of Lim." My object in writing is to defend Pie Christians against a vile and wilful slander, and not to notice the rise ar.d progress of the Arian, Socinian, or Presby terian heresies; for the time was when Pres bytertanism was as heretical as is Socinian ismnow. When our friend of such abundant knowledge will state things as they really are or leurn to tell the truth, then we may examine history and doctrines. Toward the conclusion of his article, ho attempts to prove the statement that Jesus Christ is very God by first stating that we believe not in his Divinity. This is an untruth. We be lieve in the Divinity of the Son of God. Then goes on to prove his position. Now witness the wonderful logic of this epitome of the world's knowledge. Jesus Christ re fused to bow down and worship the Devil, therefore Jesus Christ must be very God. Fine logic this. Again: on the passage, Heb. 1.8: " Thy throne, 0 God, is forever and ever," he remarks. " The Father prays to him (the Son.) and says." Now, does not Mr. T, know belter, or doer he suppose that " all the world and the rest of mankind are fools ?" Prayer is the language of want— prayer implies dependence. Is want ex pressed in this passage, or dependence im plied ? Nothing like it. It is simply an announcement. Why did not the gentle man quote the whole passage ? Because I suppose his dishonesty would not let him. Here it is—" a sceptre of righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom. Thou hast loved righteousness and hated iniquity, therefore God even thy God hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fel lows." Mr. T. will have to spend many years more in colleges, &c., before he can force the intelligent to take his logic. But i fear there is a lack somewhere about the man that colleges and theological schools will fail to supply, and wher. I see his failure to apply Scripture, I wonder not at the sparseness of his congregations at the " old log church " He then flies in a passion, and seeing his I reflection in a mirror supposes it to be me | and accuses me of being angry with him. Here you are wrong again, Bro T. Our Divine Master commands us to love o.irene- . inies. and I am the last one who would wil- | fully disobey that precept and become angry with you. I pity you tor 1 know yon must • feel quite uncomfortable, occupj ing the po sition you do, and could I assist you, 1 would, but you must rely upon your eolle- j giale advantages to help you. After aiming 1 a number ol random shots at a man of straw erected by himself, he ends with this sub- I lime peroration: "Alas, then, for Unitarian- ! ira. lam forever done with.it." What will Unitarianism do? Teitsworth is done with I it. (I never knew before that he had been a | Unitarian, and never until now renounced it, but so it appears.) Shades ol John (J. Adams, Channing, Milton, Locke and New ton, rise to the rescue. The astounding an- j nouncement appears in the " Columbia' Democrat," that Mr. W. I'. Teitsworth is " torever done " with Unitarianism. Won- j der if the world will still move on after such a terrific proclamation. Hope no calamity will befall us Well, here we are at last at the omega of the long-minded article; the spirit in which it is written I envy not. We could expect no better from a devotee of the cold, uncongenial and semi-barbaric theory of the writer. "Like shepherd, like sheep," says he, and applying the rule to himself, it proves to be true. As John Cal vin, the founder of his theory, could coolly sign a warrant condemning a Godly man to the flames, thereby not only giving coun tenance, but actually urging on the murder of Michael Servetus, merely for difference of opinion, what better can we expect from his disciples in later days. The very spirit manilested by the writer would roast every d iffering Christian, every denier of the unscriptnral doctrine of the Trinity, over a fire of gteen wood, and cause these val leys and nills to send up smoke Irom the funeral pyres of the disciples of Jesns. From such doctrines, from such a Spirit, Good Lord deliver us. Many of the writer's misrepresentations I have not noticed. The public may judge as to the justice of them. Perhaps Mr. Teitsworth, feeling his con sequence would like to enter upor. a discus sion of our positions. Should this be the case, I will refer him to quite a number of old ladies on Fishingcreek, who will no doubt discuss with him. Provided that he will pledge himself to act the part of a gen tleman. Ilhe should prove more than a match for them, perhaps we can find a boy some where amongst us who will send him to Rohrsburg something after the manner that Lane sent the Great Egotist, McCalla, to Philadelphia a few years since. Now Mr. T. come out if you will engage in honest in vestigation and act the part of meanness no longer. If you are afraid to bring your doc trine to the light of investigation say so, and keep in the dark. Christian principles court invesiigation. We have nothing of which we are ashamed If Mr. T. is not ashamed of his sentiments let him come out and discuss the matter fairly and let a candid public judge as to the truthfulness of our positions. J. G. NOBLE. Monroeton, l4, 1859. CORE FOR FEVKR AND AGUE. —The follow ing simple remedy, for the cure of ague and fever, was brought from the Spanish Main and has been found very effective iu this locality : Just before the chill comes on, have a pot of very strong coffee made and keep it hot, and when the first chill is felt pour out about a pint and squeeze the juice of a couple of lemons into it, and a little sugar to make it palatable, drink it off, go to bed and cover up warm. One trial of '.his often cures, while two or three trials never fail. CP A rather dressy man about town re turned a pair of trowsers to his tailor, last week, because they were too small for his legs. "But you told me to make them as tight as your skin," said the tailor. "True," said he, for I can sit down in my sikn, but I'll be split if I can in the breeches." The tailor caved in' and owned that he was sewed up." | CP Jones says he loves two charming girls, Jenny Rosily and Anni Mation. Truth aud Right Cud GRACE MAITLAND. The morning light broke coldly! down upon the earth, for a great fall of don clouds had been blown into the sea by the night winds, and the genial sun cowered, terror stricken, behind the black screen. In a little hovel in the outskirts of a great city, there were seated)two persons, a moth er ar.d her son. There was no fire on the hearth to illuminate their haggard faces, no rich lamp-light to brighten with its crim son glow the paleness which sat upon their countenances. The boy arose from the rudb seat where he had reclined, and coming up to the side of the wsman, he laid his hand affection ately upon her shoulder. " Mother, it is noises so grieve about it! Why, not give it all invoGod's bands?" " But, my son, you are the sufferer rather than I; have you no complaint to make? ' " None! Of What avail would it be ? Mr. Hardwick acts as he thinks right: is he not justified ?" " Perhaps so, Frederick ; but he is un reasonable ! The loss of the package was not your fault I" " True, mother; but the circumstances were strong against me ; the package was lost after it had been placed in my posses sion ; though Heaven knows I am innocent of the thelt with which be accuses me !" " Oh, my son, it is very hard !" " Yes ! but by and by I shall gat a place somewhere. Everybody will not be dis trustful of me ; I know there will be a way provided." " God grant it!" jMftUtly ejaculated Mrs. Neale, as she laid tier hand upon the broad white brow, which the boy lifted up to her gaze. A few brief words will explain all that the reader will care to know about the Neales. Lett a widow ten years previously, Mrs Neale had supported herself and her son for several years with the proceeds of the sale of her embroidery, but her failing eyesight had obliged her to renounce even this frail support; and for three years she had depended wholly upon the scanty sal ary of her son, as errand boy in (he large wholesale store of John Hardwick & Co. Twelve days bofore we introduce Fred erick Neale to the notice of the reader, the sum of fiteen dollars had been lost, and the carelessness of the loss lay between the porter and the errand boy, and as the latter was poor and friendless, it had resulted in his discharge. Out of employment—suspended from his place on suspicion—cast off by his former patrons without recommendations, Fred erick found it impossible to procure ano ther situation; and hopeless,almost despair ing he had wandered the streets of the met ropolis, entering store after store, and re ceiving at each successive application, the invariable reply '' all vacancies filled." Now he went forth again, lor work must be had, or his mother would starve. Ho poing against hope—something must be done, and so he pushed on. All up and down Broadway he went again and again, and at last he entered the princely estab lishment of Maitland, Roorback & Co., im portors. Hitherto he had rather avoided the fashionable warehouse, thinking their proprietors would be less likely to engage him without reference. , Now, however, he went boldly in, up to the vast arcade and up to the gilded door which shut off the counting room. With a trembling hand he pulled the silvei-knob bed bell; a pleasant voice bade him enter, and swinging open the door, he stood in the presence of a benevolent looking man of middle age. Just behind the chair of the gentleman, her hand resting on his shoul der, was a young girl not more than four teen, evidently his daughter. The gentleman looked up from the ledger he had been examining, and addressed the visitor in a friendly tone of voice : " Well, my lad ? The boy drew himself up proudly, with an air of manly dignity, which contrasted strangely with the coarse garments in which he was clothed. " I want a situation as errand boy or clerk, sir." " It seems to me that it will not be diffi cult for you to attain your wish. A smart, likely boy of your age, with good recom mendations, ought to command a liberal salary." " Well, sir, I have no recommendations." His countenance fell, and the old look of weariness came over it. " I was discharged from my place under the charge of careless ness and swindling—ay, theft, sir; yes, that was the word which Mr. Hendricks used !" he added, with a heightened color. Mr. Maitland took another scrutinizing look at bis visitor. " Sit down, my boy;" he motioned him to a chair; " sit down and tell me all about it." There was an air about Mr. Maitland which invited confidence, and before Fred erick was aware of it, he fount) himself relat ing the whole story of his own and hie mo ther's mislortunes. " And so," mused the merchant, when the lad concluded the simple narrative, " you tell me, on your honor, that you did not appropriate this money." Frederick's eye flashed, he rose up in his seat, and his voice took a sterner tone. " By my hopes of meeting God in peace, I tell you no." Mr. Maitland rang a bell, and presently a boy appeared. " Send Foster to me !" The messenger withdrew, and in a few minutes a shrewd-looking man of about aid our Couutry. fifty made his appearance. " Are there any vacancies in our estab lishment, Mr. Foster?" " None, sir; two applicants for every sit uation," returned the man, bowing. •' You may go," said Mr. Maitland, as the man lingered to cast a look of ardent ad miration at the young girl, who still retain ed her place by her father, who was now gazing in his face with a world of anxiety in her blue eyes. Hex father observed the expression, and as The door closed behind Mr. Foster, he lurtffd towards her. " Well, Grace, what is it?" " Please, father, let the boy stay ; only think if it was me, and dear mother blind. You can find a place for hint somewhere, I know. Won't you, father ?" Mr. Maitland srftlled down into the sweet face of the pleader, which was now resting on his shoulder, and she knew full well enough then that she would ha gratified. Her father called the lad to his side, and ■aid: " You can write, or you would r.ot ask for a clerk's place ? Here, sit down at my desk and give us a specimen ol your pen manship." Frederick seized the offered pen and dashed off a few lines in a clear, forcible style, which could not fail to please the most fastidious connoisseur. Mr Maitland examined the paper, laid it down again, and said : " Well, my boy, I am willing to try yon for a week ; I want a private secretary to do my correspondence, and perhaps assist iirthe writing of the firm, and 1 will test your ability, if you like the offer. And now go home and tell your mother of your prospects; and here are five dollars in ad vance of your salary ; she may need some thing." Tears rushed to Frederick's eyes; he wrung the hand ol the merchant, cast a look full of gratitude on the blushing face of Grace Maitland, and hastened away. ****** Years fled on, and Frederick Neale had become head book-keeper in the house of Maitland & Roorbeck. His employers plac ed in him unlimited confidence,' and he enjoyed the respect and friendship of all who knew him. Long ago it had been dis covered that the money which Mr. Hardwick had accused his errand boy of Bleating had only been mislaid, through the carelessness ol the porter, and the young man's charac ter stood without a statu. During these years of prosperity, his one great griei had been the death of his well beloved mother; but he took comfort in knowing that she died with a lull faith in Him who is powerful to save ! At intervals Frederick met Grace Mnit land—the good angel who had been instru mental in bringing hint into the pleasant paths he now traveled. Her greeting to wards him was uniformly kind—even friend ly—but he hardly dared return it, lest his true feelings should speak, and ruin all! There was a tender place in his heart—a sacred altar enshrined and veiled—and the idol placed there in privacy and stillness was Grace Maitland. Of course it was very imprudent for the young man to love the daughter of a mil lionaire, but love has always had an " ex tensive " aversion to being balanced in the scales with gold, and Frederick's heart was not under the control of hit will. Connected with the house in which Fred erick was employed, was a young man by the name of George Farewell, fascinating in his manner, with a handsome face and a polished address. He had seen Grace Mait land, and charmed by her extreme loveli ness, aud the fortune which would be her's on the death of her father, he had conceived for her a violent passion, which met with no repose on her part. Frederick secretly rejoiced at this, for aside from his own love for her, he knew Farewell to be one of the most consummated roues of the city. He was low and vicious in his taste and his associates were chosen from the most dissolute frequenters of gambling hells. But Farewell was crafty, and succeeded well in keeping his real character concealed from his employers; and after a little deliberation, he offered himself to Grace Maitland. She courte ously but decidedly declined the honor of his alliance, and Farewell, in a fit of disap pointed rage, vowed that he would, sooner or later, take ample revenge for the insult of her refusal. Frederick Neale overheard the vow, and, knowing as he did, the character of Fare well, he had reason to suppo-e that he would not hesitate at trifles in the way of satisfying his thirst for vengeance. He resolved to keep a sharp watch upon his ac tions, and, as both the young men boarded at the same hotel, this was comparatively easy. Every night for a week following his refusal by Grace Maitland, Farewell remained out till a late hour, spending his time in the low drinking saloons which are plenty in a city like New York. But one night he came home to his lodging early, in appa rent haste, and evidently excited by liquor. Frederick, whose apartment was on the same floor with Farewell's, remained up to watch the proceedings of his fellow-clerk ; for, do all he could, it was impossible to rid himself of the haunting idea that dan ger, in some shape menaced Grace Mait land. About midnight Farewell softly opened bis room door, and stepped out into the passage. He was disguised in a large cloak and slouched hat, and, in the dusky light, Frederick, who had esconsed himself in a recess in the wall, could see that he wore a wig of flowing while hair. Farewell passed rapidly but noiselessly out of the house, and Frederick as noise lessly followed him, down streets, through alleys, up by-lanes, and on to the fine old mansion in the upper part of the city, oc cupied by Maitland. Frederick's heart beat apprehensively, for lie felt that his fears and suspicions had not deceived him. He had known Farewell as an exceedingly vicious young man ; he had long known that only his relaiionship to Mr. Maitland had induced the firm to retain him in their service—for Mr. Maitland was Farewell's uncle—but he had never deemed him ca pable of offering personal violence to his relative or his family. Hound to a back entrance went Farewell, Frederick stealthily bringing up the rear. There was a brief delay, during which Farewell was engaged in selecting one from a bunch of talse keys which he drew from the folds ol his cloak, then the great door swung slowly open, and Farewell entered the building. Frederick passed in after him—ir.to total darkness, and tho two, in this strange pro ximity. ascended three flights of stairs, feel ing their way by the banisters. Twice Fare well halted as if listening to some real or imaginary sound, and each time Frederick shrunk back against the wall and urew in his breath—but he was unuiacovered, and *the house-breaker went on. He reached a chamber—the one which he had evidently sought—and applying his ear to the key hole, he listened intently.— The sound of heavy breathing, which came from within, seemed to satisfy him, and noiselessly he turned the handle of the door ar.d entered the chamber. A faint light was burning upon a distant table, and stretched upon the bed in profound repose was Mr. Maitland. Frederick only wailed to see Farewell draw from his bosom a long glittering knive which lie held over the sleeper, before he sprang upon him like a tiger upon his prey, and struck the weapon from his grasp. The villain, with a desper ate effort, flung off the athletic grip of young Neale's hand, darted one look of demoniac hatred upon him, and with the speed of thought fled from the spot I He was never seen again in America but a letter written on shipboard, was received from him shortly after his departure for an other land. In it he confessed all. He said that it had been his intention to kill both his uncle and Grace, he being after Grace, the next of kin, and of course heir-at law of Mr. Maitland's estate, in case of his death and that of his daughter. He profess ed himself sincerely penitent, and implored his uncle's forgiveness. It was but natural that Grace Maitland should feel intensely to Frederick Neale for preserving herself and he'r father from the fate which had threatened them, and as there is but one legitimate way in which young ladies can testify their gratitude towards young gentleman, Grace adopted this method, with the full consent of her father, and became Mrs. Noale before the close ol the year. BRANDING FLOUR. —The editor ol the New York Examiner has been sojourning at Rochester, where he visited one of the large flour mills, and was initiated into the mys tery of branding flour. He says: " Branding, 10 us poor outsiders, has been a source of a good dual of mystery. In our simplicity, we have supposed a brand was a true indication of the place where the flour was ground, and the wheat it was made from. But this is an egregious error " There are tricks in all trades but ours." Only the very best flour is labeled by the name of the mill where it is ground. In ferior flour is branded Corinthian Mill, New Mill, or some other mill that is owned by the man ol the moon. All these practices are known to the corn exchange as well as at the mills, but to us poor customers, who buy a barrel of flour once a quarter, it may not be uninteresting to know that all the best tamily flour is branded double extra superfine, with the real name of the mill and manufacturer. Genesee floor is as üb iquitous a3 Orange county milk, Goshen butter, or relics of the ship Constitution among the curious. Genesee flour is for the most part made from Western or Cana da Wheat. SHE "FLU THE TRACK!"—A Mississippi county clerk, having issued a marriage li cense for a young man, shortly alter receiv ed the following note from him : " State of Miss July the 5 1859.—Mr. Moody pies let This matter stand over until further orders the girl has Flu the track By her own Request and Release my name off of this bond if you pies." MORI TRUTH THAN POETRY. —The follow ing is an accurate daguerreotype likeness of a good many men in this world ; and some do not live far from this place:— " How many • mar from love of pelf. To stuff his coffers starves himsell; Labors accumulates and sparce, To lay up ruin for his heirs; Grudges the poor their seamy dole; Saves everything, except his soul; And always anxious, always vexed. Loses both this world and the next.' W "If there is anybody under the cano py of heaven that 1 have in utter excre sence," says the amiable Mrs. Partington, "it is the slanderer going about liko a boy constructor, circulating bis calomel among honest folks. gy Mr. Partington asks, very indignant ly, if the bills before Congress are not coun terfeit, why should there be such a difficul ty in passing them. [Two Dollars per ADBMI NUMBER 87 A TOl'Ch STORY. The following story is told by that re nowned wag, John Phrenix, of the ''Cali fornia Pioneer." The reader will sea tiiat it records the verdict of a "Coroner's in quest," and in other particulars bears a strong resemblance to some of the tough stories which have been circulated in this State and generally believed. Dr. Tushmaker was never regltlafljr bred as a physician or surgeon, but he possessed naturally a strong mechanical genius and a fine appetite, and finding his teeth of great service in gratifiying the latter propensity, he concluded he could do more good Ih the world and create more real happiness there in by putting the teeth of the inhabitants in good order, than in any other way, so hs became a dentist. He was the man that first invented the method of placing small cog wheels fit (ha back teeth, for the more perfect mastication of food, and he claimed to be the original discoverer of that method of filling cavities with a kind of putty—which, becoming hard directly, causes the tooth to ache so grievously, that it has to be pulled, thereby giving the dentist two successive iees for the same job. Tushmaker, was one day seated in his office in the city ol Boston, Mass., when a stout old fellow named Byles, presented himself to have a back tooth drawn. The dentist sealed his patient in the seat of torture, and opening his mouth discover ed there an enormous tooth on the right hand side, about as large, as he afterwards expressed it, "as a small Polyglot Bible."— I shall have trouble with this tooth, thought Tushmaker, but he clapped on his heaviest forceps and pulled. It didn't come. Then he tried the turn-screw, exerting his utmost strength, but the tooth wouldn't stir. "Go away from hero," said Tushmaker to Byles, "and return in a week, and I Will draw that tooth out for you, or will know the reason why." Bylos got up, clapped a handkerchief to his jaw, and put forth. The dentist went to work, and in three days he invented an instrument which he was confident would pull anything. It was a combination of the lever, pully, wheel and axle, inclined plane, wedge and screw. The castings were made and the machine put up in the office, over an iron chair, ren dered perfectly stationary by iron rods go ing down into the foundations of the granite building. In a week old Byles returned; he was clamped into the iron chair, the forceps con nected with the machine attached firmly to the tooth and Tushmaker stationing himself in the rear, took hold of a lever four feet long. He turned it slightly—old Byles gave a groan, and lifted his right leg. Another turn, another groan, and higher went old Byles' right leg again. "What do you riase your leg for?" asked the doctor. "I can't help it," said the patient. "Well," said Tushmaker, the tooth is bound to come now." HP turned the lever clear round, with a sudden jerk, and snapped old Byles' head clean and clear irom the shoulders, leaving a space of four inches between the several parts! They had a post mortem examination— the roots of the tooth were found extending down the right side, through the right leg, and turned up in two prongs directly nnder the sole o( the right foot. "No wonder," said Tushmalter, "that he raised his leg." The jury thonght so too, but they found the roots much decayed, and five surgeons swearing that mortification would have en sued in a few months, Tushrnaker waa cleared on a verdict of "justifiable homicide. He was a little shy of that instrument af terwards; but one day an old lady, feeble and flaccid, came in to have a tooth drawn, and thinking it would come out very easy, Tushrnaker, concluded, just byway of vari ety to try the machine. He did so, and at the first turn drew the old lady's skeleton completely and entirely from her body, leaving her a mass of quiv ering jelly in the chair! Tushrnaker took her home in a pillow case. She lived seven years after that, and they called her the 'lndian Rubber woman.' She had suflered terribly with the rheuma tism,but after this occurrence never had a pain in her bones. The dentist kept them in a glass case. Alter this the machine was sold to the contractor of the Boston Custom House, and it was found thnt a child throe years of age, could, by a single turn of the screws, raise a stone weighing twenty-five tons. Cmaller.ones were made on the same prin ciple, and sold to the keepers of hotels and restaurants. They were advantageously used for boning turkeys. There is no moral at all to this story, and it is possible that the circumstances may have become slightly exaggerated. Of course there can be no doubt of the truth of the main incidents. y "Vat you make dere V' hastily in quired a Dutchman of his daughter, who was being kissed by her very clamorously. "Oh, not much; just courting a leetle ; dat's all." "Oh ! dat's all, oh 1 by tam, I tought yon was vighting." HT It is always a waste of raw mats rial to put five dollars worth of beaver on icq cents worth of brains.