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COME AND TAKE ME. Duvivier.
CLEARFIELD, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1854.
NO. 20.
YOL. 1.
RAFTSMAS'S JOURNAL.
Bex. Jones. Publishes.
Per. tnnnm. (payable in advance.) 1 00
If paid within the year. 1 CO
After the expiration of the year. 2 00
Xo paper discontinued until all arrearages are
paid.
A failure to notify a discontinuance at the expi
ration of the term subscribed for. will be consider
ed anew engagement.
IT ISN'T ALL IN BRINGING TP.
It isn't all in the ''bringing np,"
Let folks say what they will,
To silver scour a pewter cup
It will be pewter still.
E'en he of old, wise Solomon,
Who 6aid "train'up a child,"
If I mistake not, had a son
Proved rattle-brained and wild.
A man of mark, who fain would pass
For lord of sea and land,
May have the training of a son,
And bring him up full grand :
May give him 'all the wealth of love,
Of college and of school,
Yet, after all, may make no more
Than just a decent fool.
Another, raised by Penury
Upon her bitter bread,
Vhose road to knowledge is like that
The good to Heaven must tread,
Has got a spark of Nature's light,
He'lITan'it to a' flame,
Till its burning letters bright
The world may road tao name.
If it were all in "bringing up,"
In counsels and restraint,
Some rascals had been honest men
I'd been myself a saint.
O ! 'tisn't all in '-bringing up,"
Let folks say what they will:
Neglect may dim a silver cup
It will be silver still.
(Original JHornl lt
written ron tiie journal.
THE
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COrYRIOHT SECURED.
CHAPTER IX.
The man Is yet to be found, who, after a
lair trial of life, has gone down to the grave,
unscathed by the sorrows of the world. Bright
and joyous as were the rays that gildeH his
morning sky, yet a little while only, and cloud
after cloud has risen, frowning in the heavens,
and casting their deep, dark shadows across
his path-way. And the enchanting visions of
youth have faded away, and he lias found him
self upon a journey of peril and disappoint
ment. In short, it has been found universally !
true of the race "man that is born of a wo
man, is of few days and full of trouble."
It is well for man to know that this is his
lot, and it is a lesson that should be taught
him at the very outset of life. Trials are sel
dom so severe, when they have been anticipa
ted, expected, looked for. Much of their
sharpness is thus warn oil" before they come ;
or, at least, when they do cOrae, they are not
as some new and strange thing of which we
had never before heard. They arc rather like
a friend, upon whose Dagurrcotype we have
often gazed; and consequently, whose acquain
tance we much more easily and readily form.
But no anticipation of the trials of life can
entirely blunt their edge, or render the blow
harmless. All afflictions, at the time,
are grievous, and sometimes fall upon the soul
with an overwhelming, crushing force.
This is peculiarly so with firtl trials. The
human mind is inured by exercise. In this
respect, it is very much like the bodily mem
bers ; and the load, which, at first, may be
well nigh insupportable, it may afterwards
bear with a strange and wonderful ease. Such
are the mysterious laws of man's mental, as
well as bodily constitution.
"Oh! how I did pity that poor woman, to
night ! What a trial ! Husband, children
Jill burnt to death! II ow her poor heart bleeds!"
"But her strength, I dare say, will be made
equal to her day."
"I hardly see how she can endure it, at all.
I fear, were it my case, my faith would utter
ly fail me, and I should'go distracted."
"Such would be the case, even with the
jclrildrcn of hope, should their faith fail. They
-would sink under their trials, as the vessel
goes down under the great stormy waves, and
if they ever rose again, it would only be to
float on the angry billows, a disjointed, bro
ken, ruined, melancholy wreck. But they
have an advocate with the Father, even Jesus,
and their faith fails not." :
"I confess, I hardly see how it is how.faith
can sustain one under such trials." ,
It is3x:mystery to the world, but not to
them tfose hope loks beyond the present, and
penetrates the future of man."
. "Perhaps I comprehend it; though not cer
tainly." ,
"You see, faith operates on the reasonable
soul, in a rational, reasonable way. It is be
cause of the great troths, which it compre
hends, appropriates, believes. Now this poor
i woman, like ourselves, believes in the soul's
immortality that death is only the passage to
life a life of unending, inconeivable glory.
And, although she cannot overcome the com
mon feelings of nature, she sees, far beyond
the griefs and bitter agonies of the world,
those dear, loved ones in that exceeding and
eternal glory. And then, she knows their
separation is only for a little season, and that,
shortly, her own weary spirit, redeemed and
sanctified, will join them in their songs and
hallelujah's forever."
"Truly, a comforting, joyous thought."
"Yes; it is the excellency, glory, of our
faith thisTc-union of families and friends in
heaven ! It comes upon the heart, as we tra
vail here in sorrow, with a calm, soothing,
wondrous power ; it lights up the darkest and
dreariest nights of our pilgrimage ; and as
friend after friend depart, it stays the soul,
and dries up the sorrows of those left behind."
"Oh ! that ve were all prepared for that
bright, happy, family home."
"Trust in God. Our united, constant pray
er shall yet be heard and answered."
This conversation took place between, Yal
ens and his wife, in a low, suppressed voice,
as, wending their way cautiously along the
narrow streets, they returned from the Cata
combs. The sky was clear, and the bright stars were
twinkling and looking down upon the great,
broad earth types of those guardian spirits,
who, at the bidding of their benevolent Crea
tor, come forth form their invisible abodes,
to watch over the new-born heirs of glory.
Under the protection of such powerful, un
numbered hosts, did they feel themselves se
cure ; and with a stronger, brighter .faith, and
a more than ordinary joyousness, did they re
turn that night to their home a home sweet
ened and endeared to them by the presence of
Christ in their hearts, and the joys of a bet
ter and happier home to come.
And yet, it was a sad, awful night. The
work of death was going on at a horrible rate.
"With the number of Martyrs, the mad, furious
zeal of the Emperor and his minions had in
creased. During the day, great numbers of
Christians had been arrested, chained, and
thrust into gloomy dungeons. Scores had
been condemned without even the formality
of a trial. And, to-night, Yalens and his
wife could see, as they returned home, the
skies, to the South West, reddened with the
flames of their consuming bodies; while, now
and then, they could distinctly hear the shouts
of the maddened rabble, as some fresh victim,
perhaps, was hurled into the devouring cle
ment. And then, troops of boisterous, drunken,
swearing soldiers were dashing along the
streets, in all directions, cutting and slashing
the air with their swords, and shouting the
most horrid imprecations upon the heads of
the "cursed soct," while the Emperor's slaves,
in disguise, were lurking at the corners of the
streets, or concealed in the alleys, watching
for their prey. Citizens, of all classes and
sexes, were assaulted in the streets; houses
were forcibly or clandestinely entered ; and if
the smallest circumstances betrayed any one,
or gave rise to the least suspicion, they were
seized and dragged ofT.
Through the protection, however, of a mer
ciful providence, Yalens and his wife succeed
ed in eluding the eye of these cmisaries of
Satan, and reached the front of their residence
in safety.
They are now ascending hastily the lofty
flight of marble steps, and hurriedly opening
the door, they have entered. They are now
upon their knees, in the small vestibule, re
turning thanks to Almighty God for their safe
return.
Rising from their knees, Yalencia, having
thrown aside a loose, outside mantle, proceed
ed to the door of the great hall, or setting
room. The lamp was burning dimly on the broad,
curiously-wrought marble stand, which stood
in its centre. A small article of Fiducia's
dress was lying, as if carelessly thrown upon
it ; and upon it, also, lay an old, musty vol
ume, open, and as if some one had just been
reading from its pages. No one, however,
was present.
"Why ! where arc they all ?" said she, stand
ing in the door, and casting her eyes around
the room .
"Are they not here ?" said Valens, as he
walked hastily to the door, and entered the
hall. .
Yalencia, advancing to the stand, had clos
ed the old volume and folded up the small ar
ticle of dress; while Yalens had seated him
self and was looking anxiously around the
room.
"This is rather strange," said he, after a
moments silence.
"Likely they're retired, as it's quite late,"
sain Yalencia ; "I'll sec," and quickly leaving
the hall, she proceeded to their private apart
ments. . : . , : .
Yalens, in the mean time, had walked to a
window, and was gazing out on the star-lit
skies, in a strange, coufused state of mind.
"There's really something very strange in
this," said Yalencia, as she re-entered the
hall; "Fiducia's child asleep on her couch,
and a small lamp burning. at its side;, but I
see nothing off herself, nor any . thing of Yal-
dinas and Yertitia. ,It's really strauge!"
To be continued.
D3-It is supposed that the fellow who left the
house, was not strong enough to carry it.
Bistorirnl.
EARLY PENNSYLVANIA.
from dixon's life ?f texx.
The material growth of his city occupied on
ly a part of Pcnn's attention. He took carly
and regular steps for the protection of morals
and the promotion of arts and scholarship.
Before the pines had been cleared from the
ground he began to build schools and set up a
printing press. These were not the least mar
vellous of the novelties introduced into Phila
delphia. In other American setlements such
luxuries had slowly followed in the wake of
great physical prosperity. In December, 1G83,
Enoch Flower opened his school in a rude hut,
formed of pine and cedar planks, and divided
into two apartments by a wooden partition.
The Philadelphian of the present age, educa
ted in the elaborate courses of Girad's College,
may smile at the simplicity of Enoch's charg
es and curriculum, though his ancestors tho't
even such small matters worthy of place in
their minutes of .council: "To learn to read,
four shillings a quarter : to write, six shillings:
boaring a scholor, viz : diet, lodging, washing
and schooling, ten pounds the whole year."
Six years afterwards a public shool or col
lege was founded, in which the famous George
Keith was the first master. The office of teach
er was held in the highest estimation. lie was
allowed fifty pounds a year, a house for his
family, and a set of school-rooms, over and
above all the profits made by the scholars ; in
addition to which he received a guarantee that
his total income should never fall below a hun
dred and twenty pounds in any year a very
considerable sum in those days in a society so
small and primitive in its habits. William
Bradford, a native of Leicester, who went out
with Penu in the Welcome, was the first print
er to set up his art in the colony. It is wor
thy of remark that in Massachusetts, where
learning and the arts have ever been cultiva
ted with success, no book or paper was printed
until eighteen vears after its settlement; in
New York seventy-three years elapsed ere a
press was got to work; in every other colony
founded by .England the interval was much
greater: the governors of Yirginia and Mary
land set their faces against it in pious horror.
The first book printed in Philadelphia was an
Almanac for 1G87, and must therefore have
been printed in the preceding year. The
schism of George Keith soon found more exci
ting work for Bradford, and from that time
forward there was no rest for the printing-press
in Pennsylvania. Another institution which
he established deserves to be classed with his
intellectual legislation. The post-office had
been at work in England but a few years ; yet
so convinced was Pcnn of its utility that he at
once issued his orders to Henry Waldy to run
the post and supply travellers with horses. It
is interesting to go back a few years and sec
how things were managed in the good old
times. From the Falls of Trenton to Phila
delphia the carriage of a letter was charged
three-pence to Chester five-pence to New
castle seven-pence to Maryland nine-pence ;
from Philadelphia to Chester two-pence to
Newcastle four-pence to Maryland six-pence.
The post travelled once a week !
A curious trial whieh happened a few months
after the arrival of the Welcome, served in its
wav to show the settlers that a new era had
commenced. A wretched old woman was
brought into the court on an accusation of
witchcraft a few days after Enoch Flower had
opened his school. The poor Sweedes had
come out to the new world with the supersti
tious terrors of their northern solitudes fresh
in their minds aud the woman being a restless
and troublesome creature, they took it into
their heads that she must be a witch. It is but
fair to these poor Sweedes to say that wiser
people than themselves believed in witchcraft
both then and long afterwards. At that very
period, Cotton Mather, after coquetting him
self with the evil spirit, began to persue witch
es with the fury of one possessed, in the pol
ished cities of Boston, Salem, and other pla
ces in Massachusetts. Learned Divines both in
America and in England printed their belief in
"God, a devil and witchcraft ;" even the en
lightened Richard Baxtar re-printed in Eng
land the rubbish written by Mather in Ameri
ca, accompanied by his own confession of faith
in the statements put forth. George Fox, as
is well known, believed in witches and in his
own power to contend with and overcome
them; and judges of civilized nations sent old
women to the stake for this ofTence fifty years
later. No wonder then that a few ignorant
Sweedes, in a land of intellectual darkness,
should have preferred such a charge against a
troublesome old woman, whose conduct was to
them equally annoying and unintelligible.' It
was fortunate for the prisoner that she was not
to bo tried for her life at Chariest own or Boston.
Penn presided at the trial, and to provide
against any dissatisfaction with the verdict,
the jury was composed partly of English and
partly of Sweedes. The whole case was gone
into; witnesses, sadly ignorant and vindictive
for the most part, were examined and re-ex-
rmined; the governor summed up and the jury
retired to find a verdict against the woman of
being guilty of having the common reputation
of witchcraft, but not guilty in manner and
form as she stood indicted. Her friends were
simply required to give securities for her that
she would keep the peace. From that day to
this, we are assured by Bancroft, no hag has
ever ridden through the air on goat oi broom
stick in Pcnn's domain, and tiie blackest deal
ers in magic have pretended to no power be
yond the art of telling fortunes to servant
girls, muttering charms over , quack med
icines, or finding with the divining rod the
lost treausures of the buccaneers.
KONSTEB RAFTS.
Yictor Hugo, in his "Sketches of the Rhine,"
gives the following account of what we might
call "Dutch Rafting," which will no doubt be
interesting to Clearfield lumbermen :
Suddenly the river doudles upon itself, and
you discover an immense raft from Named',
majestically descending. Three hundred sail
ors man this monstrous craft ; long oars, fore
and aft, simultaneously strike, the water ; a
slaughtered ox hangs hooked to the stern,
while a living one turns round the post to
which he is lashed, lowing to the herd he sees
grazing on the shore. The padroon nimbly
mounts and descends from his station, the tri
colored flag floats above, the smoke circles out
of the sailors' huts, in fact, a whole village
floats upon this prodigious platform of wood.
Yet these immense rafts are, in comparison
with the ancient craft of the Rhine, as a three
decker to a sloop. The drags or rafts of for
mer times, made up, like those of to-day, of
ship-building timber, bound together at their
extremities by joists called bunds-parren, and
secured together with osier twists and iron
cramps, carried fifteen or eighteen habita
tions, ten or twelve boats laden with oars and
rigging, were manned with a thousand rowers,
drew eight feet of water, were seventy feet
broad, and nine hundred long, viz. the length
of ten first-rate pines of the Murg, that are
tied end to end.
Around the central raft, and moored to it by
means of a trunk of a tree, serving at once as
a bridge and cable, floated in order to steady
her coarse, as well as to diminish the chances
of stranding, ten or twelvoj small sized
rafts, about eighty feet long, called by some
kniee, and by others anhange.
On one side of the grcart raft there was a
clear way, leading from a spacious tent to the
house of the padroon, a kind of wooden palace.
The kitchen smoked incessantly, and a vast
cauldron bubbled night and day. Morning and
evening, the pilot hoisted up a basket suspen
ded to a pole, which was a signal for mcals,and
the crew, to the number of one thousand, as
sembled with their wooden spoons. These
drags or rafts consumed, in one voyage, eight
tuns of wine, six hundred hogsheads of beer,
forty sacks of pulse, twelve thousand pounds of
cheese, fifteen hundred pounds of butter, ten
thousand of smoked meat, twenty thousand
fre"Sh, and fifty thousand pounds of bread.
They took with them a flock of sheep and a
butcher. Each of these rafts was worth about
eighty thousand pounds sterling.
It is difficult to imagine how such an island
can float from Namedy to Dordrecht, dragging
its archipelago of islets through all the rapids,
rocks, and gulfs abounding in the Rhine. The
wrecks were frequent, and the proverb ran,that
the speculator in rafts should have three capi
tals : one on the Rhine, the second on shore,
and the third in his pocket. The art of pilot
ing these monsters was rarely possessed by
more than one man in a generation; and at the
end of the last century, it was the secret of a
master bargeman of Rudesheim, called the old
'Jung.' Jung having departed this life, the se
cret seems to have died with its master.
ETTherc is a fast boy out in Madison, Wiscon
sin, who, if he gets no backsets, will scarcely fail to
reach Congress or the Penitentiary one of these
days. His school teacher, a young lady, was pros
ecuted by his parents for pretty severely welting
the young rascals back for his badness. The case
went up to Court, and the verdict .of the jury was
in effect, "served him right." AVe give one of the
items of the boy's testimony, thewitof which aton
ed for its rudeness. He asked her to do a sum for
him : which was to subtract 9 from 23. One of the
counsel asked him if he could uot do it without her
assistance. He answered, '-I might, but the arith
metic said I couldn't subtract 9 from 8 withoutbor
rowing 10, and I did'nt know where the h 11 to bor
row it." It is a little questionable whether a boy
who does not know where to borrow a ten will
ever get to Congress.
Natcbaixt Answered. 'My dear,' said an
anxious father to a bashful daughter. I don't
intend that you should throw yourself away on
the wild worthless boys of the present. You
must marry a man of sober and mature age
one that can charm you with wisdom and good
advice, rather than with personal attractions.
What do you think of a fine mature husband of
fifty?' The timid, meek, blue-eyed little
daughter, looking into her father's face, and
with the smallest possible touch of interest in
her voice, answered : ' "I think two of twen
ty-five would be better. Pa." ? ' :
- - j
K7" An Irishman had been sick for a long
time, and while in that state would occasional
ly cease breathing, life be apparently extinct
for some time, when he would come to. On
one of these occasions when he had just awa
kened from his sleep, Pat asked him, 'An how
'11 we know, Jemmy, when ye're'dead ? ye're
afther waking up trcry time-' 'Bring me a glass
of grog, and say, 'here's till ye, Jemmy,' and
if I don't rise and drink, then bury me.'
Evenicg and Death.
Death never appears a more welcome visit
ant than in the evening when, Jean Paul sweet
ly says, the 'day is dying amid blossom clouds,
and with its own swan song.' Then even 'the
alleys and gardens speak in low tones, like
man when deeply moved : and around the
leaves fly the gentle winds, and around the
blossoms the bees, with a tender whisper,' as
if afraid of disturbing the holy stillness. At
such a time, only the larks, like man, rise
warbling into the sky, and then, like him,
drop down again into the furrow : while the
great soul and the sea lift themselves unheard
and unseen to heaven, and rushing streams,
sublime and fruit-giving, and waterfalls, and
thunder-showers dash down the valleys. In
such an hour, the tone of the tolling bell which
tells of the dying, around whom the Last An
gel has drawn the shades of night, therein to
sever his heart-strings, as they bandage one's
eyes in the amputation of a limb, seem un
speakably sweet, and rises like a hymn upon
the air. It sounds as if Death itself were fly
ing down from Heaven, as indeed it is, with a
songnpon itslips, and singing on with one con
tinuous tone of rapture, hanging poised with
open wings above the earth, until the flowers
should have sprung up for its evening conch.
In the evening, Death comes gently, and on
its darkened battle-field no echo of the reced
ing earth can enter. Softly and calir.ly,inthe
dim light, the angels fold about the dying one
the mantle of eternal Love ; gently they loose
the silver chord, and giving Faith the helm of
their tiny barque, steer out upon the shadowy
waters that beat, in the far distance, against
the very gates of Heaven.
Death in the evening is beautiful ; there is
in it then a poetry and eloquence that speak
to the heart like a trumpet, and garland the
soul with sunshine. To be cherished'forever,
as a precious thing, as the memory of those
who die in the lap of the evening.
A Cae of Conscience.
'Friend Broadbrind,' said Zephaniah Strait
lace to his master, a rich Quaker of the city of
Brotherly Love, 'thou canst not cat of that leg
of mutton at thy noontide table to-day.'
And wherefore not?' asked the good Quaker.
'Because the dog that-appertaineth to that
son of Belial, whom the world calleth Lawyer
Foxcraft, hath come into thy pantry and sto
len it yea, and hath eaten it tip.'
'Beware, friend Zephaniah, of bearing false
witness against thy neighbor. Art thou sure
it was friend Foxcraft's domestic animal?'
'Yea, verily, I saw it with my eyes, and it
was Lawyer Foxcraft's dog; even Pinch'em.'
'Upon what evil times have we fallen ?' sigh
ed the harmless secretary, as he wended his
wav to his neighbor's office. 'Friend Gripus,'
said he, I want so ask thy opinion.'
'I am all attention,' said the scribe, laying
down his pen.
'Supposing, friend Foxcraft, that my dog
has gone into thy neighbor's pantry, and stol
en therefrom a leg of mutton, and I sawhini,and
could call him by name, what ought I to do ?'
'Pay for the mutton; nothing can be clearer.'
'Know, then, friend Foxcraft, thy dog, even
the beast men denominate Pinch'em, hath sto
len from my pantryaleg of mutton, of the just
value of four shillings and sixpence, which I
paid for it in the market, this morning.'
'Oh ! well, then it is my opinion that I
must pay for it ;' and having done so, the
worthy friend turned to depart.
'Tarry yet a little, friend Broadbrim,' cried
the lawyer. 'Of a verity I have yet farther to
say unto thee. Thou owest me niue shillings
for advice.'
'Then, verily, I must pay thee; and it is my
opinion I have touched pitch and been defiled.'
Legal Anecdote. Quite an animated dis
cussion once arose in ajiotel in 'merrie' Eng
land between John Bull and Brother Jonathan,
on a point of law. The point was this 'Can a
witness, in a legal sense, positively attest to a
noted historical fact a fact well known to ev
erybody yet a fact with which he has no per
sonal acquaintance or knowledge, without
committing perjury V
'I say he can,' quoth Jonathan, 'and his oath
will be takenas evidence in all courts of equity.
'And I say he cannot !' exclaimed John Bull.
Wal, neow, jest looker here, Mr. John Bull,'
began Jonathan, pointing his finger at him,
and shaking it impressively and speaking em
phatically, 'don't you know there is sich a place
as America the United States of America ?'
'I've never crossed - the Atlantic ; conse
quently I don't know,' was the reply.
Wal,' said Jonathan, 'all I've got tew say
is, if you'd lived in the day's of the Revolu
tion, and had been "reound," you'd ha' soon
feound it out, I guess.'
John Bull evaporated, and Jonathan began
to whistle Yankee Doodle. s:t
: Axger. As preventative of anger, banish
all tale-bearers and slanderers from your pres
ence and conversation, for it is these that blow
the devil's bellows, to rouse up the flames. of
rage and fury, by first abusing your ears, and
your credulity, and .after that steal away our
patience, and all this perhaps for a lie. To pre
vent anger, be not too exquisite into the affairs
of others, or what people say of yourself, or to
the mistakes of your friends, for this is going
out to gather sticks to- kindle a fira to burn
your ow n home. "Star Spangled Banner.
"Little dam Brook."
A clergyman, seeing a little boy playing in
a small stream by the road side, inquired for
his (aber. - - - . -
'He's over to the little dam brook," ex
claimed the lad. '
"What!" said the reverend gentleman,
shocked at the boy' profanity. ''Can't yon
speak without swearing V
"Well, he t'j over to the little dam brook,
any how," persisted the boy, as ho went spat
tering through the water and mud after a but
terfly. "He's been over to the little dam
brook all day, and if you don't believe it,
you can go up to that house aud ask mother."
The clergyman sought an fcterview with
the mother immediately, and complained' of
the profanity of her child. After telling her,
however, what the lad iad said, she laughing
ly informed him that "little dam brook'"was a
title by which the stream was called to distin
guish it from "big dam brook," sitated a few
miles further to the eastward.
Ho now felt that he had wronged the boy,
anq therefore owed him an apology. Hurry
ing back to the spot he exclaimed,
"Boy, I wronged you in accusing you of
swearing; but you should have told me that
'little dam brook' was only the name of a
stream, and I then would not have scolded
yon."
"Well, 'tan't no matter," said tho happy
youngster, as he held aloft a struggling frog
that he had speared with his mother's clothes
stick. "There's a big dam on big dam brook,
and a little dam on little dam brook, and we
would have had a little dam on this brook, on
ly I 'spect it's so small it an't vrorth a din."
'Circumstance Alter Cases.'
'Where's your husband, to-night, Mrs.
Smith?'
'Massy only knows, Mrs. Brown, every night,
regular, as soon as he's milked the cow, and
done the chores, he starts off and don't come
back till nigh on to twelve o'clock.'
'Just the way with my husband, I'll tell you
what, I believe them Know Nothings is at the
bottom of it .'
'So do I, I think it's a disgrace, and a
shame, that they should entice honest men
away from their families in such a way.'
The next time the ladies met was the day
after election day.
'Well, I declare, Mrs. Smith, if it don't
beat all. My husband is elected memk'r of
the Gineral Court, by the Know Nothings.'
'And mine is chosen Town Clerk fifty ma
jority.' 'After all, Mrs. Smith, the Know Nothings
are better.than any of the other parties.'
'That's a fact, Mrs. Brown. I really be
lieve they have the good of their country at
heart.' Exit both.
The -'Cnssed" Indians.
A gentleman called at a hut in the Aroos
took valley and requested some dinner. Tho
lady, her spouse being absent, refused to sup
ply his necessities for money or for the love
of humanity.
"Ycry well, said the hungry traveler, as
he turned his footsteps from the inhospitable,
abode "you will want nothing to cat to-morrow."
"Why not" inquired the woman.
"Becau.se," answered the weary man, "tho
Indians are digging a tunnel at Moosehcad
Lake, and they are going to turn ' all the wa
ters of the Lake into the Aroostook valley,
and you and all the rest of the people are to
be drowned."
Upon this intelligence the old lady hurried
off to the priest to inform him that a flood was
to overflow the valley, and to ask what was 4o
be done in the sad emergency.
The priest endeavored to quiet her fears by
tclling her that God had promised that he
should neversend another flood upon theearth.
'But,' exclaimed the affrighted woman 'it isn't
God that's going to do it-it's the cussed Injins!'
K7"A colored boy was looking Jhrough a
grave yard fence : upon the tomb stone of a
villager who in life had been known, as a rath
er close-fisted citizen, whose principal care
had been "the greatest good of the greatest
number." the "greatest number" with him
having been "number one." After a pom
pous 'inscription, the following passage of
scripture was recorded. "He that giveth to
the poor, lendeth to the lord." "Dat may be
so," soliloquized Sambo, "but w'eri d-al man
died, de Lord didn't ovce him a red ceii." '
E7The Waterford Sentinel makes the, fol
lowing capital hit: If you want to keep, your
town from .thriving, turn a cold shoulder to
every young mechanic or, beginner in busi
ness, and look upon every new-comer with a
jealous- scowl. Discourage all you can;, if
that won't do, decry his work, and rather go
abroad for wares; than give him your i money.
Last, though not least, refuse to patronise the
village paper. -
D'John, how does the thermometer stand?'
'Against the walldad.' ;: " ' ' n'"
'J mean how is the Trrurcury?' r -: r
I guess its pretty well, dad; it hasn't com
plained lately.-''.,: .:. :'; t.r v ;
You little rascal, is it colder! than yester
day?? . ; I ; " ';:-;3Vi I -'
I don't know, dM, I'll go utjind Jecl.ls
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