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THE STAR OF THE NORTH.
W. U. JAfOBY, Proprietor.]
VOLUME 11.
STAR OF THE NORTH.
PUBLlanitn KVKRY WEDNESDAY BY
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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.

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