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VOLUME 12. ; BLOOMSBURG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY AUGUST 29, 1860. . NUMBER 34.
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In Summer when the days were long,
We walked together in the wood ;
Oar heart was light, our step was strong ;
Sweet flattering were there in our blood,
' la summer when the days were long.
We stayed from morn till evening came';
4 We gathered flowers and wore us crowns;
- Wo walked 'mid poppies red as flame,
Or sat npon the yellow down ; ,
And always wished our lives the same. .
In Summer, when the days were long,
We leaped the bedgerow.cross'd the brook;
And still her voice flowed forth in song,
Or else she read some graceful book,
In summer, when the days were long.
. And then we sat beneath the trees,
With shadows lessening in the noon ;
And, in the sunlight and the breeze,
" We feasted, many a gorgeou Jane,
.While larks were singing o'er the leas.
In Summer when the days were long,
On dainty chicken, snow-white bread,
We feasted, with no grace but song,
We plucked wild strawberries,ripeand red,
In Summer when the days were long.
We loved, and yet we knew it not
For loviug seemed like breathing then ;
We found a heaven in every spot ;
Saw angels, too, in all good men;
And dreamed of God in grove and gro..
In summer, when the days were long,
Alone I wander, music alone ;
I see her not. but that old song
Under the fragrant wind is blown,
la summer, when the days were loug.
Alone I wander in the wood ;
But one lair spirit hears my sighs ;
And half I see, so glad and good,
' The honest daylight of her eyes,
That charmed me under earlier skies.
In Summer, when the days are long,
I love her as we loved of old ;
My heart is light, ray step is strong ;
For love brings back those hours of good,
la Summer, when the days are long.
THE RESCUE.
Mr. Robert Brace, originally descended
from some branch of the ancient Scottish
family of that name, was born in humble
circumstances, about the close of the last
century, at Torbay, in the South of Eng
land, and there bred np to a seafaring life.
' When about thirty years of age, to wit, in
the year 1S28, he was first mate on a barque
trading between Liverpool and St. John's,
New Brunswick.
On one of her voyages bound westward,
being then some five or six week's out, and
having neared the eastern portion of the
Banks of Newfoundland, the captain and
mate had been on deck at noon, taking an
observation of the sun ; after which they
both descended to calcaUte their day's
work. .
-The cabin, a small one, was immediate
ly at the stern of the vessel, and the stair
way descended to it ran athwart-ships. Im
mediately opposite this stairway, just beyond
a' small square landing, there were two
doors close to each other, the one opening
aft into the cabin, the other, fronting the
stairway into the state-room was in the for
ward part of it, close to the door, so that
any one sitting at it, and looking over his
shoulder, could see into the cabin. -
The mate, absorbed in his calculation,
which did not result as he expected vary
ing considerably from the dead reckoning,
had not noticed the captain's motions
When be bad completed his calculations,
he called out, with looking round, "1 make
oar latitude and longitude so and so. Can
that be right ! Ho w is yours ?"
Receiving no reply, he repeated his ques
tion, glancing ever Lis shoulder, and per
ceiving, as be thought, the captain busy
writing on' his slate. Still no answer.
Thereupon he rose, and, as he fronted the
cabin door, the figure he had mistaken for
the captain, raised its head, and disclosed
to the astonished mate the features of an
entire stranger.
Brace was no coward ; but, as he met the
fixed gaze looking directly at him in grave
silence, and became assured that he was no
one whom he had ever seen before, it was
too much for him ; and, instead of stopping
to question the seeming intruder, he rushed
upon deck in such evident alarm,tbat it in-
stantly attracted the captain's attention.
"Whj, Mr. Bruce," said the captain, "what
in the world is the matter with you !"
"The matter sir! Who is that at the
desk"-..! ; ' '
tfNo one that I know of."
"Bet there is, sir; there's a stranger there"
UX stranger I Why, man, yon must be
dreaming. You must have seen the stew
ard there, or the second mate.' Who else
would venture down without orders ?" . ,
"But sir, he was sitting in your arm-chair,
fronting the door, writing on your slate. -Then
he looked up full in my face ; and if f
ever saw a man plainly and distinctly, I
saw him."
"Him! Whom!" -
"God ksows, sir; I don't. I saw a man,
and a man I never saw in my life before."
"Yoa mast t going crazy, Mr. Bruce. A
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"t know, sir ; but then I saw him."
'-Go down and see who it is."
Bruce hesitated. "I never was a believer
in ghosts," he said, "but it the truth must
be told sir, I'd rather not face it alone."
"Come, come, man, go down at once,and
don't make & fool of yourself before the
crew."
, "I hope you have always iound me wil
ling to do what's reasonable," Bruce replied,
changing color; "but if it's all the same to
yoa sir, I'd rather we should both go down
together."
The captain descended the stairs, and
the mate followed. Nobody in the cabin !
They examined the stale-rooms. Not a
soul to be found !
".Well, Mr. Bruce," said the captain, 'did
I not tell you, you had been dreaming V
"It's all very well to say so, sir, but if I
didn't see that roan writing on your slate,
may I never see my house and family
again !" .
"Alj I writing on the slate ! Then it
should be there still." And the captain
took it up.
"By ," he exclaimed, "here's some
thing, sure enough 1 Is that your writing,
Mr. Bruce!"
The mate took the slate ; and there in
plain, legible characters, stood the words,
"Steer to Ike nor' west
"Have yoa been trifling with me, sir !"
added the captain in a stern manner.
"On my word as a man and a sailor,
sir," replied Rruce; "I know no more of
this matter than yoa do. 1 have told you
the exact truth."
The captain sat down at his desk, the
slate before, in deep thought. At last turn
ing the slate over, and pushing it towards
Bruce, he said, "Write down, 'Steer to the
no west.' "
The mate complied ; and the captain, af
ter narrowly comparing the two handwri
tings, said "Mr. Bruce, go and tell the sec
ond mate to come down here."
He came; and at the captain's request, he
also wrote the same words. So did the
steward. So, in succession, did every man
of the crew who conld write at all. But
not one of the various hands resembled in
any degree, the mysterious writing.
When the crew retired, the captain sat
deep in thought "Could any one have
been stowed away !" at last he said "The
ship must be searched ; and if I don't rind
the fellow, he must be a good hand at hide
and seek. Order up all hands."
Every nook and corner of the vessel Jrom
stem to stern, was thoroughly searched, and
that with all eagerness of excited curiosity
for the report had gone out that a stranger
had shown himself on board ; but not a liv
ing soul, beyond the crew and officers, was
found.
Returning to the cabin, after their fruit
less search, "Mr. Bruce," said the captain,
"what the devil do you make of all this !"
"Can't tell, sir. I saw the man write ;
you see the writing. There must be some
thing in it.".
Well, it would seem so. We have the
wind free, arid have a great mind to keep
her away, and see what will come of it.
"I surely would, sir, if I were ir. yonr
place. It's only a few hours lost at the
worst."
"Well, we'll see. Go on deck and give
the course nor' west. And, Mr. Bruce," he
added, as the mate rose to go, "have a look
out aloft, and let it be a hand yon can de
pend on." - .
His orders were obeyed. About three
o'clock, the look-out reported an iceberg
nearly ahead, and shortly after, what he
thought was a vessel of some kind close to
it. As they approached the captain's glass
disclosed the fact, that it was a dismantled
ship, apparently frozen to the ice, and with
a good many human beings on it . Shortly
after they hove to, and sent out boats to the
relief of the sufferers. .
It proved to be a vessel from Quebec,
bound to Liverpool, with : passengers on
board. ' She bad got entangled in the ice,
and finally frozen fast, and had passed sev
eral weeks in a most critical condition.
She was stove, her decks swept in fact, a
mere wreck ; all her provisions and almost
all her water gone. Her crew and passen
gers had lost all hopes of being saved,; and
their gratitude for the unexpected rescue
was proportionately great.
As one of the men who bad been brought
away in the third boat that had reached the
wreck was ascending the ship's side,, the
mate, catching a glimpse of his face started
back ia consternation. It was the very face
he had seen three or four hours before,
looking op at him from the captain's desk.
At first he tried to persuade himself it
might be fancy ; but the more he examined
the man, the more sure he became that he
was right. Not only the face bat the per-
son and the dress exactly corresponded.
. As soon as the exhausted crew and fam
ished passengers . were cared for, and the
barque on her coarse again, the mate called
the captain tside. :f"It seems that was not
a ghost I saw to-day, sir ; the man's alive!''
"What do yoa mean ?. Who's alive 1"
"Why, sir, one of the passengers we
have just saved is the man I ' saw writing
on yonr slate at noon. . I would swear it in
a court of justice." ,
Upon my word, Mr. Bruce," replied the
the captain, "this gets, more and more sin
gulsr. Let as sue this man.'?
They found him in conversation with tne
captain of the rescued ship. They both
came forward, and expressed in the warm
est terms their - gratitude for deliverance
from a horrible fats s!ow-comi,rlfr,,v!
The captain replied that he had done
only what he was certain they would have
for him under the sam6 circumstances, and
asked them both to step down into the cab
in. Then; turning to the passenger, he said,
"I hope, sir, you will not think I am trif
ling with you ; but I would be much oblig
ed to yoa if yoa would write a few words
on this slate." And he handed him the
state, with that side up on which the mys
terious writing was not. "I will do any
thing yoa ask," replied the passenger; "but
what shall I write !"
"A few words are all I want. Suppose
you write, 'Steer to the nor west.' "
The passenger, evidently puzzled to make
out the motive for such a request, complied,
however, with a smile. The captain took
up the folate and examined it closely, then,
stepping aside so as to conceal the slate
from the passenger, he turned it over and
gave it to him again with the other side up.
"You 6ay that is your handwriting!" said
he. .
"I need not say 6o," rejoined the other
looking at it, for you saw me write it"
"And this!" said the captain, turning
the slate over.
The man looked first at one writing, then
at the other, quite confounded. At last,
"What is the meaning of this !" said he. "I
only wrote one of those. Who wrote the
other!"
"Thai's more than I can tell you, sir. My
mate here says you wrote it, sitting at this
desk, at noon to-day."
The captain of the wreck and the passen
ger looked at each other, exchanging glan
ces of intelligence and surprise; and the
former asked the latter, "Did you dream
that you wrote on this slate !"
"No, 6ir, not that I remember."
"Yoa speak of dreaming,' said the cap
tain of the barque. "What was this gentle
man about at noon to-day."
'Captain,' rejoined the other, "the whole
thing is most mysterious and extraordinary;
and I had intended to speak to you about
it as boon as we got a little quiet. This gen
tleman," (pointing to the passenger,) "be
ing much exhausted, fell into a heaTy sleep
or what seemed such, some time before
noon. After an hour or more he awoke,
and said to me, 'Captain, we shall be re
lieved this very day.1 When I asked him
what reason he had for saying so, he replied
that he had dreamed that he was on board
a barque, and that' she was coming to our
rescue. He described her appearance and
rig ; and, to our utter astonishment, when
your vessel hove in sight, 6he corresponded
exactly to his description of her. We had
not much faith in what he said; but still
we hoped there might be something in it,
for drowning men, you know, will catch at
straws. As it has turned out, I cannot
doubt that it was all arranged, in som in
comprehensible way, by an overruling
Providence, so that we might be saved. To
Him be all thanks for His goodness to us.''
"There is no doubt," rejoined the other
captain, ' that the writing on the slate, let
it come there as it may, saved all yourlives.
I was steering at the time considerably
south of west, and altered my course nor'
west, and had a look-out aloft, to see what
would come of it. But you say," he added,
turning to the passenger, "that yoa did not
dream of writing on a slate."
"No sir. I have no recollection whatever
of doing so. I got the impression that the
barque I saw in my dream was coming to
rescue us; but how that impression came I
pannot tell. There is another very strange
thing about it," he added. "Everything
here on board seems to me quite familiar ;
f et I am very sure I never was on yonr ves
sel before. It is all a puzzle to me. What
did your mate see !"
Thereupon Mr. Bruce related to 'them all
the circumstances above detailed. The con
clusion they finally arrived at was, that it
was a special interposition of Providence to
save them from what seemed a hopeless
fate.
The above narrative was coramuncated
to me by Captain J. S. Clarke, of the schoon
er Julia Halloclt who had it directly from
Mr. Bruce himself. They sailed together
for seventeen months, in the years 1635
and '37; so that Captain Clarke hat.' the story
from the mate about eight years after the
occurrence. He has since lost sight of him,
and does not know whether he is yet alive.
All he has heard of him since they were
shipmates is, that be continued to trade to
New Brunswick, that he became the master
of the brig Comet, and that she was lost."
1 asked Cap. Clark if he knew Brace, well,
and what sort of a man he was.
"As truthful aad straightforward a man,"
he replied, "as ever I met in all my life.
We were as intimate as brothers ; and two
men can not be together, shut up for seven
teen months in the same ship, without get
ting to know whether they can trust one
another's word or not. He always spoke of
the circumstances in terms of reverence, as
of an incident that seemed to bring him
nearer to God and to another world. I'd
stake my life upon it that he told me no lie.
In July, 1850. The Julia Hallock was
then lying at the foot of Rutger's slip, New
York. She trades between New York and
St. Jago, in the Island of Cuba. The Cap
tain allowed me to use his name, and to re
fer evidence of the truth of what is here set
down.
A utk of full and constant .employment
is the only safe and happy one.
Am avaricious man is like a sandy desert,
Bladensbrgg Ceding Grounds.
Corrtsfoiidence of the Cleveland Plaindefiler.
Bladensburg, June J8, 1860.
Pistols and coffee for two. As 1 am alone
on the classic ground I can take care that
the pistols do no harm, and the coffee is
harmless anyhow. The place, so noted for
its polite and refined murders, is about five
miles from the city, fresh and handsome, in
full livery of green, adorned with 'flowers,
and should blush in its beauty for the scsnes
it has witnessed. Here, in a beautiful little
grass plat surrounded by trees, forms, made
after the image of God, come to insult Na
ture and defy Heaven. In 1814, Edward
Hopkins was killed here in a duel. This
seems to have been the first of these fash
ionable murders on this dueling ground.
In 1819, A. T. Mason, a United Slates
Senator from Virginia, fou&ht with his eij
ter's hushand, John M'Carty, here. M'Cariy
was averse to fighting, and thought there
was no necessity for it ; but Mason would
fight. M'Carty named muskets loaded with
buck-shot, and so near together that they
would hit heads if they fell on their faces.
This was changed by the seconds to loading
with bullets, and taking twelve feet as the
distance. Mason was killed instantly, and
M'Carty, who had bis collar bone broken,
still lives with Mason's sister in George
town. His hair turned white so soon after
the fifeht as to cause much comment. He
has since been solicited to act as a second
in a duel, but refused in accordance with a
pledge made to his wife sooa after killing
her brother.
In 1820, Commodore Decatur was killed
in a duel here by Commodore Barren. At
the first fire both fell forward and lay with
their heads within ten feet of each other,
and as each supposed himself mortally
wounded, each fully and freely forgave the
other, still lying on the ground. Decatur
expired in a few days, bnt Barren eventu
ally recovered. In 1821, two strangers
uamd Lega and Sega appeared here. fought,
and Sega was instantly killed. The neigh
bora only learned this much of their names
from the marks on their gloves left on the
ground. Lega was not hurt.
In 1822, Midshipman Locke was kiile i
here in a duel with a clerk of the Treasury
Department, named Gibson. The latter was
not hurt. In 1826, Henry Clay fought (his
second duel) with John Randolph, just
across the Potomac, as Randolph preferred
to die, if at all, on Virginia soil ; he receiv
ed Clay's shot and then fired his pistol in
the air. This was in accordance with a
declaration made to Mr. Benton, who spoke
to Randolph of a call the evening before on
Mrs. Clay, and-ailuded to the quiet sleep of
her child and the repose of the mother.
Randolph quickly replied, "I shall do noth
ing to disturb the sleep of the child or the
repose of the mother."
General Jessup, whose funeral 1 attended
last week was Clay's second. When Ran
dolph fired he remarked : "I do rot shoot
at you, Mr. Clay," and extending his hand
advanced toward Clay, who rushed to meet
him. Randolph showed Clay where his
ball struck his coat, and said, facetiously,
"Mr. Clay, you owe me a coat." Clay re
plied : "Thank God the debt is no greater."
They were friends ever after. In 1832 Mar
tin was killed here by Carr. Their first
names are not remembered. They were
from the South. In 1832, Mr.Kay sonof Frank
Key and brother of Barton Key, of Sickles
notoriety, met Mr Sherborn who said : "Mr.
Key, I have no desiro to kill you." "No
matter," said Kay, "I came to kill you."
"Very well, then," 6aid Sherborn, "I will
now kill yoa ;" and he did.
In 1838, W. J. Graveof Kentucky, assum
ing the quarrel of James Watson Webb and
Jonathan Cilley, of Maine, selected this
place for Cilley's murder, but the parties
learning that Webb, with two firiends,Jack-
son and Morrel, were armed and in pursuit,
for the purpose of assassinating Cilley, j
moved wvard the river and nearer the city, j
Their pursuers moved toward the river but
missed the parties and then returned to the
city, to which they were soon followed by
Graves, and the corpse of Cilley. In 1845,
a lawyer named Jones fought with and kill
ed a Dr. Johnson. In 1351, IL A. Hoole and
A. J. Dallas had a hostile meeting here.
Dallas was shot in the shoulder, but recov
ered. In 1852, Daniel and Johnson, two
Richmond editors, held a harmless set-to
here, which terminated in coffee. In 1853,
Davis and Ridgeway fought hero; Ridge
way allowed his antagonist to fire without
returning the shot.
Many of the names I could not get in
full, and some other duels were indefinitely
given by the "oldest inhabitant," for whose
courtesy I am much indebted. My infor
mant was an eye witness to many of these
beastly re encounters. In lact, these little
amusements seem to be enjoyed by the
Bladensbargers quite as much as a regatta
would'bo at Cleveland. When there is a
lull in these sports, a sort of amphitheatre
is erected in the village, one mile Irom this
ground, and frequently one or two fighting
cocks are entered for single combat or duels.
These fights, for quite as well grounded
cause, never ending in bloodless battles,
and they never kiss and make op. When I
took the cars at six this morning, my friend
Stevens said I mast be sure and make a
note of the "Bladeosburg races," so I very
gravely, while waiting for my ceffee, asked
the bar-tender how often the Bladensburg
races" occurred! "Never but once," he
said, "and I hope they never will again."
"Why, how is that !" I i o n ocen Uj Jr. ixnjj eJj' ? eknliiA
the British soldiers in- the last war. My
father ran so far in one day that it took him
two weeks to get back" said he. ' Mr. Ste
vens may make op his mind to come out
here in the morning. Any distance over
three hundred rods 1 shan't object to. My
blood is up and I am off.
Happy Woman.
A happy woman I Is not. sh9 the very
sparkle and sunshine of life! A woman
who is happy because she can't help it,
whose smiles even the coldest sprinkling of
misfortune cannot dampen. Men make a
terrible mistake when they marry for beau
ty, for talent, or for style ; the sweetest
wives are these who possess the magic se
cret of being contented under any circum-
st.Tices. Rich or poor, high or low, it
makes no difference ; bright little fountains
of joy bubbles up just as musically in their
he irti. Do they live in a log cabin, the
fire-light that leaps up on its humble hearth
becomes brighter than the gilded chande
lier in an Aladdin palace! Do they eat
brown bread or drink cold water from the
well, it affords them more solid satisfaction
than the millionaire's gale de fois gnu and
iced champagne. Nothing ever goes wrong
with them ; no trouble is so serious for
them, no calamity so dark and deep, that
the sunlight of their smiles will not "make
the best of it." Was ever the stream cf
life so dark and unpropitious that the sun
shine of a happy face falling across its tur
bid lida won d not awaken an answering
gleam ! Why, these joyous tempered peo
ple tlou't know half the good they do. No
matter how cros and crabbed you feel, Mr.
Grumbler no matter if your brain is pack
ed full of meditations on "afflicting dispen
sations," and your stomach with medicines,
pills and tonics, just set one of these cherry
little women talking to you, and we are not
afraid to wager anything that she can cure
you. The long drawn lines about the
mouth will relax, the cloud of settled gloom
will vanish nobody knows when, and the
first you know you will be laughing. Why!
That is another thing; we can not tell you
why you smile involuntarily to listen to the
first blue-bird of the season among the raa-plo-bloss-Mns.
or to meet a lot of yellow
eyed dandelions in the crack of a city pav
ing stone. We only know that it is so.
Oh, these happy women ! how often
their slender shoulders bear the weight of
burdens that would smite men to the ground!
How often their kttle bands guide the pon
derous machinery of life with an almost in
visible touch ! How we look forward thro'
the weary day to their fireside smiles !
How often their cheerful eyes see coleur de
rose where we only behold charged clouds !
No one knows, none ever will know until
tht day of judgment, how much we owe to
these helpful, hopeful uncomplaining wo
men. fen Tortrait of onr Savior.
Found in an ancient manuscript sent by
Publius Lintulus. President of Judea, to the
Senate of Rome.
There lives at this time in Judea, a man
of singular character, whose name is Jesus
Christ. The barbarians esteem himaproph -
et, but his followers adore him as the im
mediate offspring of the immortal God. He
is endowed with such unparalleled virtue
as to call back the dead from their graves, j
and to heal every kind ot disease with a
word or touch. His person is tall and ele
gantly shaped his aspect amiable, rever
end. His hair falls in tho?e beautiful shades
which no united colors can match, falling
into graceful curls below his ears, agreea
bly couching on his shoulders, and parting
on the crown cf his head, like the sect of
the Nazarites. His forehead is smooth and
largf , his cheeks without spot, save that of
i a lovely red ; his nose and mouth are form-
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iiwvK anu punauie 10 iuc uair oi uis iicau,
reaching a little above his chin, and part-
ing in the middle like a fork, his eyes are
bright, clear and sarene. lie rebukes with
majesty, counsels with mildness, and in
vites with the most tender and persuasive
language. His wbo'e aedress, whether in
word or deed, being elegant, grave, and
strictly characteristic of so exhalted a being.
No man hath seen him laugh ; bat the
whole world behold him weep frequently ;
and so persuasive are his tears that none
can refrain from joining in sympathy with
him. He is very moderate, temperate acd
wise. In short, whatever the phenomenon
may turn out in the end, he seems at pres
ent a roan for excellent beauty and divine
perfections, every way surpassing the chil
dren oi men.
Wht should man be so terrified at the
admission of niht air into any of his ap
partments ! It ia natures ever flowing cur
rent, and never carries iLe destroying angel
with it See how soundly the delicate little
wren and tender robin sleep under its full
and immediate influence, and how fresh,
and vigorous, and joyous they rise amid
the surrounding dewdrops of the morning.
Although exposed all night long to the air
of heaven, their lungs are never out of or
der ; and this we know by the daily repeti
tion of their song.
A Merchant, examining a hogshead of
hardware, on comparing it with the invoice,
I found it all right except a hammer less
than the invoice. "Och ! don't be troubled
about that, yer honor," said the Irish porter,
'au' cure the nagor took it oat to open the
American Yonng Men.
American history presents many remark
able instance of young men taking promi
nent and commanding stations at an age
which would be thought very young in
other countries. We subjoin a few striking
examples from the list of those who have
passed off the stae of human action.
At the age of twenty-nine, Mr. Jefferson
was an influential member of the Legisla
ture of Virginia. At thirty he was a mem
ber of the Virginia Convention; at thirty-two
a member of the Continental Congress, and
at thirty-three he wrote the Declaration of
Independence.
Alexander Hamilton was only twenty
years of age when he was appointed a
Lieutenant-Colonel in the army of the Rev
olution, and aid de camp to Washington.
At twenty-five he was a member of the
Continental Congress, at thirty he was one
of the ablest members of the Convention
which framed the Constitution of the United
State? ; at thirty-two he was Secretary of
the Treasury, and organized that branch of
Government, upon so complete and com
prehensive a plan that no great change of
improvement has since been made upon it.
John Jay, at twenty nine years old, was
a member of the Continental Congress, and
wrote ar, address to the people of Great
Britain which was justly regarded a one
of the jnost eloquent productions of the
times. At thirty he prepared the Constitu
tion oi iNew ioric, ana in tne same year
was appointed Chief Justice of the State.
Washington was twenty-seven years of
age when he covered the retreat to the Brit
isb troops at Braddock's defeat, and was
honored by an appointment as Commander
in-Chief of the Virginia forces.
Joseph Warren was twenty-nine years of
age, when he delivered the memorial ad
dress on the 5th of March, which roused
the spirit of patrioti-m and liberty in his
eection of the country ; and at thirty-four
he gloriously fell in the cause of freedom
on Banker Hill.
Fisher Ames, at the age of twenty seven,
had excited public attention by the ability
be displayed in the discussion of questions
of public interest. At the age of thirty, his
masterly speeches in defence of the Consti
tution of the United States bad excited great
influence, so that the youthful orator of
thirty-one was elected to Congress from the
Suffolk district over the Revolutionary hero,
Samuel Adams.
De Witt Clinton entered public life at
twenty-eight ; Henry Clay at twenty-six.
The most youthful signer cf the Declara
tion of Independence was William Hooper,
of North Carolina, whose age was but
twenty four.
Evil Company. Sophronius,a wise teach
er of the people, did not allow bis daugh
ters, even when they were grown up, to as
sociate with persons whose lives were not
moral and pure.
"Father," said the gentle Eulaliaone day
when he bad refused to permit her to go, in
company with her brother, to visit the fri
volous Lucinda, "father, you must think
i al e ars TY weak and childish, since
! you are airaid it would be dangerous to as
Lucinda "
Without saying a word, the father took a
; coaI frora lhe hearth, and handed it to his
daughter. "It will not burn you, my child,"
said he ; "only take it "
Eulalia took the coal, and beheld her ten
der white hand black ; and without thinking,
she touched her white dresi, and it was also
blackened. "See," said Eulalia, somewhat
displeased as 6he looked at her hands and
dress, "one can not be tco careful when
handling coals-''
"Yes, truly," said her father ; "yoa eee,
my child, that the coal, even though it did
not burn you, has nevertheless blackened you t
i So is the company of immoral persons."
Loving Dialogue "Wife, I am shortly to
leave you. The doctor tells ma that I am
to live but a tew hours at most. I shall
soon be in heaven.'
'What ! yMi soon be in heaven ! Yoa !
You'll neveroq any nearer heaven than
yoa are now, you old brute 1'
"Dolphus, Dolphus," hoarsely growled
the old roan. "Dolphus, bring roe my
cain, and let me larrup the old trollop once
before 1 die."
"Why are yoa writing such a big hand
for Pat !"
"Why, you see my grandmother's dafe,
and I'm writing a loud letter to her."
Two girls, cousins, aged 15 and 16, hung
themselves in Jackson county, Iowa, re
cently, on account of loving the same man.
The census returns in one of the upper
townships of Northampton county report
fifty living children in four families.
So long as men are imprudent in their
diet and their business, doctors and lawyers
will ride in carriages.
Fast youths are now called young gentle
men of accelerated gait
The Chinese picture of ambition is "a
Mandarin trying to catch a comet, by put
tins salt on his tail."
The Bible has been translated into two
hundred and sixty languages and dialects,
and is now in the hands of 100; 000,000 peo
ple, or about one-tenth f thejirm? ruac
Tired of farming.
A few months ago a man who had been
a farmer from his early life, came to the
city to buy stoves to sell again. Said be to
the stove dealer "the weevil begins to infest
the wheat, and all things considered, I am
'tired of farming,7 and so I have sold my
farm." The stove dealer remarked that he
thought within himself, that just as like as
not the farmer would find a weevil in the
heart of the new business and so it prov
ed, for when the day arrived on which the
note was matured given for the stoves, the
old farmer now turned tradesman, confessed
that he had been unable to sell his stoves '
that he had most of them on hand.
"Tired of farming," the most independ
ent business a man can engage in, because
forsooth there are disappointments," and
perplexities, and trials, and vexations, at
tending it. Remember, you who are tillers
of the soil, that your cares and troubles and
anxieties are few and far between, compar
ed with those suffered by commercial men.
If your chances to become rich are not
so inviting and profitable as those of trades
men, bear in mind that the dangers of be
coming very poor and detilote are far less.
Famine and abject poverty seldom overtake
the farmer, or haunt him in their ghostly
visits. Ho lives on the high table-land of
promise, rising far above the murky region
of want and destitution. His children say
there is bread enough to spare to the hungry
of other less fortunate callings.'
Tired of farming !" Supposing yoa are t
What is to be done in such a case ! Do yoa
expect to find employment without trials
and perplexities ! If so, yoa are doomed to
disappointment There is no vocation in
the world that will exempt those who do
engage therein from cares and fears and
vexations! So if you are tired of farming,
the best way is to get rested as soon as you
can, and prosecute anew the business for
which you are early trained, and which if
diligently followed, will yield a good supply
of all the necessaries of life together with
opportunrfies for moral and mental culture.
Tub Sea Scrfcnt Acain.-A party of gentle
men who returned from a weeks's boating
excursion last night, and who, it may not
be improper to state, are all temperance
men, report having seen what they believed
to be a sea serpent, off Cape Cod last Sun
day afternoon. The statement made by two
of the number is substantially as follows :
Just before seven o'clock, as they were lying
to in a calm of! the mouth of Barnstable
Bay, and some fifteen miles from Province
town, they 6aw a monster, about four hun
dred feet from the boat, passing slowly
along in advance of them. They describe
the creature as being black, about one hun
dred feet long, with a head almost the size
of a Kossuth hat, and the body as large
round as a tar bucket. When first seen the
head was some eighteen inches above the
water, and at times a large portion of the
body could be seec. They examined it
throngh & glass, and could see no signs of
any fins, and it went along with a move
ment much like that of an ell. Several of
the gentlemen have been voyages at sea,
and are familiar with the movement of por
poises and other f.ah, but this creature diff
ered from anything ever seen by them be
fore. It moved along slowly on the top of
the tide, and suddenly disappeared in about
tea minutes at the distance of a quarter of
a mile. It was afterwards seen further off
with the aid of a glass. Boston TraveUat
Aug. Stk.
Shocking Indian Mcbders in Arizona.
A letter to the St Louis Republican, from Ar
izona Territory, states that on the 22d nit,
the Peons, 11 in number, working at the
San Pedro mine, headquarters of the St.
Louis Mining Company, arose and surpris
ed the white6,murdering them and decamp
ing with all the movable property. Tho
murdered men were Fred. Brunckow, min
ing engineer; John D. Moss, chemist and
assayer; Jas. Williams, machinist W. M.
Williams, general superintendent of tho
mine, had left for Fort Buchanan only &
few hours before, for supplies, thus provi
dentially escaping the terrible fata of hit
companions. The bodies of all the murder
ed men when found were much mutilated
by wolves, and so changed by decomposi
tion as to be recognized only by their cloth
ing. All the deceased were known in St.
Louis, Prof. Moss particularly, who resign
ed a professorship in the public high school
for the purpose of Joining the fortunes of
the St. Louis Company.
A grave-digger who buried a Mr. Bat
ton, placed the following item ia a bill
which he sent to the widow of the deceased:
"To making a Button-hole 2s."
Here is a conundrum got off by a Ne
braska editor : Why is a Nebraska shin
plaster like an impenitent sinner! Be
cause it does not know that its Redeemer
liveth.
A civic youth, intending to offer marriage
10 a young lady, wrote to ask her to unita
with himself in the formation of an Art
Union.
Air enthusiastic girl says the first timo
she ever locked arms with a young man
she felt like "Hope leaning on her anchor."
Dobbs thinks that instead of giv" credit
to whom credit is due, the cash had better
be paid. Dobbg?o uLLr r0,0i-9i!l1

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