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* U ♦ A inner W. U. MÏAN.-AKD, VOLUME 1. " BE SURE TOU RS RIGHT—THEN GO AHEAD.' BELLEVUE, LOUISIANA, OCTOBER 28, 1859. Editor >a| ricprMn, NUMBER 18. - MAIL ARRANGEMENTS. Northern Mail — Loaves Thursday G a. m. Arrives Friday 9 p, m. Southern Mail —Leaves Friday 6 A. M Arrives Saturday G p. m. Eastern Mail —Arrives Daily 11 a. m. Leav es 12 m. Western Mail —Arrives Daily 11am Leaves 2 P. M. . Walnut Hill — Leaves Monday 7 a. m. Arrives Tuesday G p. m. J. M. JONES, P. M. •S. G. Mc KEM IE, \ ttorney and Counsellor at Law' L\. Minden, La. vlnll R. J. LOONEY, 4 ttorney and Counsellor at Law. X xL Bellevue, La. vlnl T. M. FORT, "VTotary Public, Bc-ilevuc, Bossier J.N Parish, La. R. W. ARNETT, A ttornej? and Counsellor at Law, XTL Bellevue, La. Will practice iu the seventeenth Judicial District Court. vinl X. M. FORT. B. F. FORT. FORT Sf blto., 4 ttorney» und Counsellors at Law. J\. Bellevue, La. vlnl IV. H. IIILL, A uctioncer of Bossir Parish, La., xn. will givo prompt attention to alt business entrusted to him in said ca pacity. v]a4 L. M. NUTT, A ttorney at La»', Shreveport, La. ix Will piactice in the courts ot' Caddo, Bossier, Claiborne aud Bien ville. vlnl J. H. KII «.PATRICK. 3. W. PFXSALL. KIIjLPA THICK & FILS NALL A ttorneys at Law, Shreveport, La. xx Will practice in the courts of Caddo, DeSoto aud Bossier. vlnl GEO. WILLIAMSON, A ttorney tit Law. Will continue x\_ the practice in tbe parishes of Bossier, Caddo and DeSoto. He will also attend to all the business of Landrum <5c Williamson, in the above parishes. vinl2* R. G. LISTER, TT< , c. sign and ornamental painter. JtX Paper hanging, gilding, glazing and immitatiou of all kinds of wood and marble, upholstering, Ac. DR. J. J. CARSTARPHEN, T> elle vue. La., being permanent lo X) cated in Bellevue, would respect fully tender his professional services, to the citizens of this place and vicinity. Office next door south of b'putliu A: West's store. DR. L. II. FISIIER, TTaving permanently located in JtX lkliovue, would respectfully ofler his professional services to the people of Bellevue and vicinity, in the various branches of his profession. Off fice adjoining the Planter's Hotel. vl-nl RICH'D W. TURNER, A ttorney and Counsellor at Law. jTjL Will practice his profession, iu the District courts of Bossier, Bien ville, Claiborne, aud in the Supreme court at Monroe. Mr. Turner pledges himself to give his undivided attention to the prompt discharge of all business; entrusted to his care. Ofiice, Belle vue, La. vlnl Q. TV. LOGAS, ZU. Ef3£3B SONIAT. W. c. C. CLAIUOV', JR, LOGAN, S ONI A T Sf CL A IB OR NE O uccessors to Duncan & Logan. Cot Ö ton Factors aud Commission Merchants, No. 57 Cavonuolct street, Uaiou Raw, New Orleans. vlnl V. SHIDE T, atch-Muker and Jeweler, -o T T Dealer in fine watches, jvyK jewelry and diamonds. Texas street, between S. Haber's and A Marx's stores, Shreveport, La. Watches aud Jewelry repaired and warranted. vl-u3 H PLANTER'S HOTEL. WM. A. KELLY, Proprietor. BELLEVUE, LA. aving lately made additions to bis already commodious house, would respectful ly inform the travelling public, Lis old friends and customers, that he is now better prepared than ever, to ac 1 commodate all favoring biro with their patronage. His tableau alwav « be ! supplied with the very best the country . affords. He has also anaohed to bis j house a large and well veatilated stable > well supplied at all times with good psovenuir. »Lil ! * ie cum te», honey, A 1IO.M 13 SCENE. Come, let us pull the curtian down, And lay the work aside, And gather up the playthings You've scattered far and wide ; And place the lamp upon the stand, Beside the great arm chair, And bring the last good newspaper, And do it all with care. Now heap the coal upon the grato— Ho loves a cheerful fire— See how the flames dance merrily, And leap up high and higher ; Now place the slippers on the rug, And get his dressing gown ; For papa will be tired and cold .When he comes back from town. Come let me bathe your glowing cheeks, And make your hair look neat, And put your bright pink apron on— There, now you're clean and sweet! Now sit down on the little bench That grand-pa made, and see How still you'll be while good mamma Goes to lay the cloth for tea. The tea-kettle sends forth its hum, The buiscuits are so light ; I wish he'd come, it seems to mo He's rather late to-night ; Hark wasn't thatour gate that clicked ? " Hurrrah !" shouts little Will, And ore I've time to tell him hush, lie's bounded o'er the sill. And " papa's come!" be shouts again, And climbs up for a kiss ; And "papa's turn! Oh, pa t a's turn !" Echoes bis little sis. Oh! happy group that live and love Within that humble cot ; Many who dwell in palaces Might envy them their lot. DIVORCED BY .MISTAKE. One Winter there came to Trenton, New Jersey, two men, nam d 8inith and Jones, who had both of them de signs on the Legislature. Junes had a had wife and was in love with a pretty woman—he wished to be divorced from his bad wife, so that he might marry the pretty woman, who, by the way was a widow, with black m es and such •s form ! Therefore Jones came to T ent< n for a divorce. Smith had a good wife, good as an angel, and the mother of ten children, a id Smnli did not want to he divorced, hut did want to get a chatter f t a turnpike or plank, road to extend from Pig's Run toTvrrajii; Hollow. Well, they, with these different er rands, eame to Trenton, and addressed the assembled wisdom with usual argil ments. First, suppers maittlv composed of oysters witli rich background of venison , second, liquors in great plenty, bom "Jersey lightning," which is a kind of locomotive at full speed, re duced to liquor shape, Newark cliarn-" pagne. To speak in plain prose, the divorce man give a champagne supper, aud Smith, the turnpike man, followed with champagne breakfast, under tbe mol tifying influence of which the assem bled wisdom pa-sed both the divorce and turnpike bills; and Jones and Smith—a copy of each bill in their pockets—went rejoicing home, over miles of sand, and through the tribula tion of tnanv stagv coaches. Smith arrived home in the evening t and as he sat down in the parlor, his pretty wife beside him—lu>.*v pretty she did look—and five of her children over hearing the other five studying their lesson« in the corner oi the room, Smith was induced to expatiate upon Ute good of his mission to Trenton. " A turnpike my dear, I am one of the directors and will be President. It will set me up. love ; we can -end our children to the lioarding school, and live in strie out of the toll. Here is " Let me see it,' said the pretty little -e \ > • , Wlfe ' wb ° ' VHS one of t!,e n,cest °f wives, with plumpness and goodm-ss dimpling si! over ber face, " let me „ , . , won u ' « she löarne<J 0Vcr Mr ' Sm,tL * »boulder. But all at once Smith's visage grew long ; Smith's wife's visage grew black. Smith WH8 not profane, but now he rip ped out an oath. " Blast us, wife, those infernal scouu drels at Trenton have gone and divorced us!" It was too true; the parchment which he held was a bill of divorce, in which the names of Sm th and Smith's wife appeared in frightfully legible let ters. Mrs. Smith wiped her eyes with the corner of her apron. " Here's a turnpike," she said sadly, " and with the whole of our ten chil dren staring me id ti e face, I ain't your wife ! JUere's a turnpike." " Blast the pike and the Legislature and — Well, the fact is that Smith, reduced to single blessedness, enacted into a stranger to his own wife, swore awful ly Although the night was dark and most of the denizens of Smith'« town had gone to bed, Smith bade his late wife to put on her bonnet, and arm in arm they proceeded to the clergymen of this church. " Goodness, bless me ?" exclaimed the good man as he saw them enter Smith looktng like the last of June shad. Smith's wife wiping her eyes with tbe corner oi her apron—"Goodness bless me, »hat's the matter ? ' *' T!ie matter is, I want you to marry us two right off," replied Smith. " Marry you !" ejaculated the clergy man with expanded fi gers and awful eyes : '' are you drunk, or what is the matter with you ?" However, lie finally married them over straightway and would not take a lue ; the fact is, grave as he was, he was dying to bo alone that he might give vent to a suppressed laugh that was shaking him all over ; and Smith's wife went joyfully home and kissed every one of their children. The little Smiths nev r knew their father and mother had' ever been made strangers to each other by legislature enactment. Meanwhile, and on the same night. Jones returned to his native town—Bur ling:on, I believe—and sought at once the fine black eyes which he had hoped shortly to call his own. The pretty widow sat on the sofa, a white handker chief tied carelessly- about her round white throat, her black hair laid in silky waves agajest each rosy check. " Divoice is the word,", cried Jones, playfully patting her dimple chin • "the fact is, Eliza, I'm rid of that cursed woman, and yon aud I'll lie mar ried to-night. I know how to manage those rascals at Trenton. A champagne supper—or was it breakfast that did the business for them. Put on your bonnet and let n* go to the preacher's at once, dearest " The widow, who was among widows as {reaches «mong apples, put on ber bonnet and took Jones' arm, and — *■ Just look how handsome it looks put on parchment !" cried Jones, pul ing out the document l»efore her ; " here's the law that says Jacob Jones and Ann Caroline Jones aro two." Putting her plump gloved hand on his shoulder she did look at it. "Odear!" she said, with her rosy bps, and sank bac k fainting on the sota. "0 blazes!" cried Jones, and sank beside her, rustling the fatal parchment in his hand : " here's a lot of happiness gone to ruin." It was a hard cast. Instead of being divorced, and at Idterty to marry the widow. Jacob Jones was simply, by the Legislat ure of New Jer.-cV. in Inrporat ed into a turnpike company, and what made it worse, authorized to run from Burlington to Bristol! When you reflect that Burlington and Bilstol are hx-ated ju*l a mile apart, on oppo. site side» of the Delaware river, you will observe the extreme hopelessness of. JoQt's cate. " It's all the fault that turnpike man who gave them the champagne supper or was it the breakfast ? cried Jones in agony. If they'd chartered me to a turnpike from Pig's Rnn to Terapin Ho.low, I might have borne it; but the very idea of building a turnpike from Burlington to Bristol bears an absurdity on the face of it.' So it did. " And you aint divorced,' said Eliza a tear running down each cheek. "No!" thundered Jones, crushing his hat between his knees, " and what is worse, the legislature is adjourned, and gone home diunk, and won't be back to Trenton till next year !" It was a hard case. The mistake had occurred on the last day of the session, when legislators and transcribing clerks were laboring under a champagne breakfast. Smith's name bad been put where Jones' ought to have been, and " wisey wersy," as the Latin poet has it. Teares a Mark ok Powkb. —There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They are messages of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, of unspeakable love. If there were wanting any argu ment to prove that man was not mortal l would look for it in the strong, con vuLive emotion of the breast when the soul has been agitated, when the foun tains of feelings are rising, and when tears are gushing forth iu crystal streams. Oh ! speak not harshly of 'he stricken one weeping in süet ce. Break not the solemnity by rude laugh ter or intrusive footsteps. Despise not woman's tears ; they are what makes her an angel. Scoff' not if the stern heart of manhood is sometimes melted into sympathetic tears; they are what help to: elevate him above the brute, I love to see (ears of affection. They are painful tokens, but still most holy There is pleasure in tears, an awful pleasure. If there wa3 none on earth to shed tears or me, I should be loth to live; and if no one might weep over iny grave I could never die in peace. Hr. Johnson. The Editor. —The man who is ex pected to know everything, tell all he knows, and guess at the rest; to make oath to his own good character, estab lish the reputation ot his neighbor, and to elect all candidates to office ; to blow up every Laly, suit everybody and re form the world ; to live for the benefit of others, and have the epitaph on his tomb stone, " here lies his last," in short he is a locomotive running on the track of public, notoriety ; his lever is his boiler, filled with ink his tender i» his scisssors, and his driving wheels is pub lic opinion : whenever he explodes, it is caused by a nonpayment of.subscrip lions. lie is expected to work for noth ing and board himself—and if he is un fortunate enough to have a family, he will either have to run in debt for their support, or take lodgings in the alms house. Poor fellow ! he is nothing but —an editor ! Look Up! —"Look up!" thundered the captain of a vessel, as hi- boy grew giddy while gazing from the topmast Look up! the boy looked up and re turned in safety. Youug man, look vp. and you'll succeed. Never look down and despair. Leave dangers uncared for. and push on. If you falter, you loose. Lookup! Do right, and tiusl in God. BgL. In the middle ages, a fool had so bitterly angered his sovereign by some of his pointed jests, that the tneir arclt passed sentence of death upon him. but permitted him to select the mode in which he womd ptefer to «lie. Then I «-boose to die of old age, was the ready replv. £3" Why is money like a theatre? Ka»e it takes \ei*p " THE OHAS1IUN." Here is a part of Artemas Ward's Fourth of July "Orashun " line a Union man. 1 luv this Union man from the Bottom of my Hart. I luv every hoop pole in Maine and evry sheep ranee in Texas. . The cow-pasters in New Hampshire is deer to A. Ward a, tho rice pl.aU.buna of Mississippi. There iamcen critter, is both of them air States, and there is likewise good men and troo. It don't look very pretty for a lot of inflamme tary indiviJooals, who never lifted tbeir hands in defence of America, or did the fust thing towards skrewerin our independence, to git theirhacks up and 0 r swara they'll dissolve the Union. Too mutch good blud wa3 spilt in courtin and marryin that highly respectable female, ihj Ouddcaa of Liberty git - , ..... a divorce from her at this late day. The old gal behaved herself too well to cast her off now, at the request of a parsul of addle-braned men and wirnin who never did nobody at all no good, and never will again. Ime sorry the picture of the Goddess never giv her no shoes or stocking but the ban l of stars around her head must ccntiuue to shine briterso long as this Erth con tinues to revolve on her axletree. To resoom—G. Washington was a • lear heeled, warm-hearted, brave and stiddy goin man. Ho never slopt over! Prcvailin weakness of most public men is to slop over ! They Rush -hings. They Intel too mutch on the high presher principle. They git onto I he popular hobby boss, who t-ots along, not carin a sent whether the best is even goin, clear sited and sound or spavined, blind and bawky. Of course they get throwed eventooaly if not sooner. When they see tbe mul titood goin it blind, they go Pel Mel with it instid of exertin themselves to it right. They can't see that the croud which is now beartn them trium fantly on its shoulders will soon disco ver its Error, and cast them into the boss pond of ohlivyutn. without tho slightest hesitashun. Washington never Slopt Over. That wasn't George's stile. He luved bis country deerly. He wasn't after the spiles, lie was a human angelin a 3 cornered hat and nee britches, and we shan't see bis like right away. My friends we can't all be Washingtons, but we can all be patriots, and behave ourselves in hu man and Christian manner. When we see a brothergoing down hill to Ruin, let us not g ?e him a push, but let us seize rght hold of h's coat tails and drag him l>a<-k to Morality. A Mother's Ikfluence. — How touching the tibute of the Hon. T. H. Beuton to his mother's influence : My mother asked me never to use tobacco, and I have never touched it from that time to the present day ; she asked me not to game, and I have never gambled, and I cannot tell who is win ning and who is losing in games that can be played. She admonished me, too, against hard drinking ; and what ever capacity for endurance I have at present, and whitever usefulness I may attain in life, I attribute it to having complied with her pious and correct wishes. When I was seven years of age she asked me not to drink, and then I made a resolution of total abstinence, at a time when I was sole constituent member of my own body, and that I have adhered to it through all time. CF" Dobbs says that a woman knows nothing of magnanimity. If she in vite a friend to dinner it is not to dis play her hospitality, bat " these silver forks" which " cousin Isaao" gave her yesterday. "I can't bear children," said Miss Prim, disdainfully. Mrs. Partington looked over ber spectacles mildly before she replied . "Perhaps if you could you would like them better." T° d ?! h *' < ' J 00 "'» u 8 h * ° f lb ° for " L,ch »° u «" «**< , 1 f ernal the WIcked «Ira si death ;^.however pressing, no pur *. n ! t ' ,0 '' re * e '' ca ? er > to ' this truth, " I must die,"and after death the judgement. Says the writer : In the giddy whirl of the world men I Must Die.—R eader, are you ac customed to think this as true of your, self as it is of ohzref You may I« in perfect health to day ; lut has the thought,*! am motal," occurred to you! Swift and sudden, death has come to multiudes ; if it should corns to you now, are you prepared for it Î l you were created! Have you remembered that though you mus f . die, the soul will live forever, and that God will give to every mat. the just reward of his deeds to the rigbteout , " *™T -"•» « ™ ' >0 ' t0 ° T 7" *? ,b *VY' " I mortal. On and on thev delve «mi toil, strive and contend, erimtnaiing and recriminating, throwing their whole souls into vortex of the worlJ, a» as if it and its objects were Worthy to absotb their whole being. Painful ob ject of contemplatif n ! A few more passing sasons, and all who are engag ed in tho exciting and maddening stiife of the wo ld will, one after an other have silently dropped into the bosom of death, no more to be seen of men. soon to be remembered no more on earth. How important, (ben, to the disembodied spirit, will appear the trifles which to day are so touch mag nified, and which by partial, interested and selfish views, are clothed with so much consequence. I must die ! Thu short sentence frequently uttered And pondered upon, would go far to moder ate asperity of feeling to eradicate en mity from the heart to cool the ardor of x'orldiy pursuits, to abate strife tod jarring discord. A Modul Letter. —We fit^l the fol lowing unique specimen of an affec tionate leter in cne of oar exchanges: Most Transcendent and Egregious Wifi: Would that my pen were dipped iu the dyes of the rainbow—plucked from tbe wing of an angle and mended with the paryer of an infaut'a wit. I then might expect to paint the burning brightness of that flame which thy thrill ing eloquence has enkindled. Thou sun beam of sentiment—soft moonlight of Modesty. Thy voice is as gentle as the first stirring of an infant's dream. Thy stet s as light as the silk-tooted zephyr which fanned with the wing of per fume the new born paradise. Thy eve* are two briliants »tolen from a »ersphio crown. Thy lips are riven rose-buds moisten • ed by tbe honey-dew of affection. Thy word# are like drops of amber. Thy teeth are snow-flake» »et in a bed of verbenia. Sweet spirits of campbire, double-distilled essence of hompathv— sour krout of my hopes—wauce of mv thoughts—buttermilk catsup of my fancy—tiger-lily of innocence—-lag wool of perfection. Thou art the tninijttlp of m v «ireams—the ginger-pop of my waking visions—and the cherry bounce of my recollection. Thou art harmles as the tiger—hand. some as the elephant—melodious as the lion — meek as the hyena — spottetd aa the leopard bright as the struggling, sneexing, sunlight passing through the mortal crocks of an old barn loft, or a greased stre.-.k of lightning churned to consistence in the mi:k way, and pep pered wish a shower of turnip tops, commets and percon roots from the crus t 0 f eternity. Thou oulon of tho soul ; pickled pumpkins ; preserved ciabs of the garden of Ilesperides.— Thy glance is as melting as old butter iu summer time. Thou art a drop of water from the cup of the gods or the j uice of a pin« apple. m , ÏÏ^~ No man ever talked to a virtu ous, high-minded woman one hour without conferring a benefit upon bins reif.