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. 1 BY S. B. ROW. CLEARHELD, PA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 11, 1860. VOL. G.-JYO, 46. 1 OLD A WD NEW THINGS. r When iny good mother was a girl Say thirty year agd- Young ladies then knew how to knit - As well as how to sew. - -Toang ladies' then could spin and weave,- ;" -. - Could bake, and brew, and sweep ; - i Could sing and play, and dance and paint, - And eould a secret keep. ,! Toung ladies then were beautiful jit ny beauties now . Tet they could rake the new mown hay, Or milk the "brindle ow." Young ladies then wore bonnets, too, And with them their own hair ; They made them from their own good straw, And pretty, too, they were. Young ladies then wore gowns with sleeves Which would just hold their arms ; And did not have as many yards As acres in their farms. Young ladies then oft fell in love, And married too. the men ; While men with willing heart3 and true, Loved them all back again. Young ladies now can knit and sew, And read a pretty book : Can sing and paint, and joke and quia, Hat cannot bear to cook Young ladies now can blithely spin Of streetarn many a spool ; And weave a web of scandal, too, And dye it in the wool. Young ladies pow ean bake their hair, Can brew their own cologne ; In borrowed plumage often shine, While they neglect their own. And as to secrets, who would think Fidelity a pearl ? None but a modest littlo miss, Perchance' country girl. Youngladies now war lovely curls, , What pity they should buy them ; And then their bonnets heavens! they Fright the beau that ventures nigh them. Then as to gowns. I've heard it said They'll hold a dozen men ; And jf you once get in their sleeves . . You'll ne'er get out again. fed love is changed" from what it ws -. Although true iQvie is known ; Tis .wealth adds lustre to the cheek, Atd melts the heart of stone, -Thus time works wonders; young and old Confess his magic power : -Beauty will fade ; but virtue proves . Purs gold in man's last hour.' WIDOW COBB'S FIRST LOYE ! ' BT H ART W. 8. GIBSON. The Arc cracked cheerfully on the broad hearth of the old farm bouse kitchen, a cat and three kittens basked in the warmth, and a de crepid yellow dog lying full in the reflection .f the blaze, wrinkled hid black nose appro vingly, aa he turned liis hind feet where his fore leet had been. Over the chimney hung everal fine hams and pieces of dried beet. Apples were fastened along the ceiling, and crooked necked squashes vied with red pep pers and slips of dried pumpkins, in garnish ing each windev." frame. " There were plants, too, on the window ledges horse-shoe gera niums, and dew plants, and u monthly rose just blooming, to say nothing ol pots oi violets that perfumed the whole place whenever they took it into their purple heads to bloom. The lloor was carefully swept the chairs had not m speck of dirt upon leg or round the long settee near the fire-place shone as if it had been just newly varnished, and the eight day clock in the corner had had its face newly washed, and seemed determined to tick loud er lor it. Two arm chairs were drawn np at a cozy distance from the hearth and each other, a candle, a newspaper, a pair of spectacles, a dUh of red cheeked apples and a pitcher of cider, filled a little table between them. In me of these chairs sat a comfortable looking woman about forty-five, with cheeks as red as the apples, and eyes as dark as they had ever been, resting her elbow on the table, and her head upon her hand, and looking thoughtfully Into the fire. This was Widow Cobb 'relic' of Deacon Levi Cobb, who had been moulder ing into dust in the Bytown churchyard for more than sven years. She was thinking of her dead husband, possibly because all her work being done and the servants gone to bed the sight of his empty chair at the other side of the table, and the silence of the room, made her a little lonely. "Seven years," so the widow's reverie ran. "It seems aa it it were more than fifty and yet I don't look so very old either. Perhaps its not having any children to bother my life as other people have. They may say what they like children are more plague than prof It that's my opinion. Look at my sister Je rusha, with her six boys. She's worn to a ihadow,and I'm sure they have done it, though she never will own it." The widow took an spple from the dish and began to pee! it. How dreadful fond Mr. Cobb nsed to be of these grafts. He never will cat any more of them, poor fellow, for I don't suppose they have apples where he has gone, lleigho I I remember very well how I nsed to throw ap ple pearings over my head when I was a girl, to see who I was going to marry." Mrs. Cobb stopped short and blushed. For in those days she did not know Mr. Cobb, and was always looking eagerly to see if the peel had formed a capital "S." Her medita tions took a new turn. "Ilow handsome Sam Payson was ! and how much I nsed to care about him. I wonder what has become of him! Jerusba aays he went away from our village just afier I did and no one has ever heard of hint since. And what a silly thing that quarrel was! If it bad not been for that Here came a long pause, during which the widow looked very steadfastly- at the empty rm-cnair or Levi Cobb, deceased. Her Un gcra played carelessly with the atDle paring s aba drew it softly towards her, and looked aronna toe room. "Upon my word it is very redicalous, and I don't know what the neighbors would say if iney aaw me." Still the plump fingers drew the red peel nearer ana nearer. "But then they can't see me, that's a com fort, and the cat and Old Bowse never will know what it means. Of course I don't be lieve anything about it." The paring hung gracefully from her band. . "But then I should like to try it; it would seem like old times, and " ' Over her bead it went and curled op quietly on the floor at a little distance. Old Bowse, who always slept with one eye open, saw it fall, and went deliberately up to smell it. "Bowse Bowse don't touch it," cried bis mistress, and bending over it with a beating heart, she turned as red as fire. There was as handsome a capital S' as any one could wish to see. A loud knock came suddenly at the : door. Bowse growled and the widow scream ed, and snatched up the apple paring. fit's Mr. Cobb it's his spirjt come back a gain, becanse I tried that silly trick," she thought fearfully to herself. Another knock louder than the first, and a man's voice exclaimed : "Ililloa, the house !" "Who is it 7" asked the widow somewhat revived to find that the departed Levi was still safe in his grave upon the hill-side. "A stranger," said tho voice." , "What do you want 1" "To get lodging for the night.' The widow deliberated. "Can't yon go on ? there's a house about half a mile distant, if you keep to the right hand side of the road and turn to the left af ter you get by " "Its raining cats and dogs, and I'm very delicate," said the stranger, coughing. "I'm wet "to the skin don't yon think you can ac commodate me I don't mind sleeping on the floor." "Raining is it ? I didn't know that," and the kind-hearted little woman unbarred the door very quickly. "Come in whoever you be I only asked you to go on because I am a lone woman, with only one servant in the hon3e." The stranger entered shaking himself like a Newfoundland dog upon the step, and scat tering a little shower of drops over his hostess and her nicely swept floor. "Oh that looks comfortable after a man has been out for hours in a storm," he said, as he caught the sight of the fire, and striding along toward the hearlh, followed by Bowse, who sniffed suspiciously at his heels, he sta tioned himself in the arm-chair Mr. Cobb's arm-chair which had been kept sacred to his memory for seven years. The widow was horrified, but her guest looked so weary and worn, that she could not ask bim to move, but busied herself in stirring up the blaze that he might the sooner dry his clothes. A new thought struck her; Mr. Cobb had worn a comfortable dressing gown during his illness, which stiif hung in the closet at the right. She could not let this poor man catch his death by sitting in his wet coat if be was in Cobb's chair, why not be in Cobb's wrap per ' She wenfnimbly to the closet, took it down, fished out a pair of slippers from the boot-rack below, and brought them to him. "I think you had better take off your coat and boots; you will have the rheumatic fever or something like' it if you don't. Here are some things to wear while they are drying. And yon must be hungry, too; I will go into the pantry and get you something to eat." She bustled away, "on hospitable thoughts Intent," and the stranger made the exchange with a quizzical smile playing around his lips. He was a tall, well form .-d man, with a bold bat handsome face, sunburned and heavily bearded, and looked anything but "delicate," though his blue eyes glanced out from under a forehead as white as the snow. lie loSked around the kitchen with a mischievous air, and stretched out bis feci before h'.rr, decorated with the defunct Deacon Cobb's slippers. 'Upon my word, this is stepping into the old man's shoes with a vengeance. And what a hearty good-humored, good looking woman she is ! Kind as a kitten," and he leaned for ward and stroked the cat and her brood, and then patted old Bowse upon the head. The widow bringing in sundry things, looked pleas ed ut his attention to her dumb friends. 'It's a wonder Bowse don't growl i he gen erally does if strangers touch him. Dear me how stupid." Tho last remark was neither addressed to tho stranger nor to the dog, but to herself. She had forgotten that the littlo stand was not empty and there was no room on it for the things she held. "Oh, I'll manage it," said the guest, gather ing up paper, candles, apples and spectacles (it was not without a little pang that she saw them in his hand, for they had been the Dea con's and were placed each night, like the arm-chair, beside her) and depositing-them on the settee. "(jrive me t lie table cloth, ma am; i can spread it as well as any woman. I've learned that along with scores of other things in my wanderings. Now let me relievo you of those dishes ; they are far too heavy for those little hands j" (the widow blushed ;)"and now please sit down with mo, or 1 cannot cat a morsel. "I had supper long ago, but really I think I can take something more," said Mrs. Cobb, drawing ber chair nearer to the table. "Of course you can, my dear lady in this cold autumn weather, people ought to cat twice as much as they do in warm. Let me give you a piece of this ham your own cu ring, I dare say." "Yes; my poor husband was very fond of it. He used to say that no one understood curing ham and drying beef better than I." "He was a sensible man, I am sure. I drink your health in this cider." He took a long draught, and set down his glass. "It is like nectar." Tho widow was feeding Bowse and the cat, (who, thought they were entitled to a share of every meal eaten in the house.) and did not quite hear what ho said. I fancy she would hardly have known what "nectar" was so it was quite as well. "Fine dog, ma'am and a pretty cat." Tbey were my husband's favorites," aud sigh followed the answer. , "Ah your husband must havo been a very happy man." . . The blue eyes looked at her -so long that she grew flurried. "Is there anything more I can get you,sir V she asked at last. "Nothing, thank you, I have finished." She rose to clear the things away. He as sisted ber, and somehow their hands bad i queer nack of touching as they carried the dishes to the pantry shelves. Coming back to the kitchen, sho put the apples awl. cider in their old places, and brought out clean pipe and a box of tobacco from an arcnea re cess near the chimney "My husband always said he could not sleep r 1... 1 l. ml-rl ttiier emiug supper laic, uuicm us oiuvn.,u, she said. "Perhaps you wonld like to. try it. "Not if it is to drive you away," be answer ed, for she bad ber candle iu ber band.' "Oh, no I do not object to smoko. at all.". She put the candle down some faint sugges tfon about "propriety" seemed to trouble her, but she glanced at the clock and felt reassured. It was only half-past nine. , l he stranger pushed the stand back after the pipe was lit, and drew her easy chair a little nearer the fire and his own. "Come, sit down," he said, pleadingly "It's not late and when a man has been knocking about in California and all sorts of places, for a berth like this and to have a pretty woman to speaR to once again." "Cslifornia ! Have you been to California?" she exclaimed, dropping into her chair at once. Unconsciously she bad long cherished the idea that Sara Payson the lover of ber youth with whom she had so foolishly quar reled, had pitched bis tent, arter his many wanderings, in that far-off" land. Her heart warmed to one who, with something of Sam's looks and ways about him had also been so journing in that country and who very possi bly had met him perhaps had known him in timately ! At that thought her heart beat quick, and she looked very graciously at the bearded stranger, who, wrapped in Mr. Cobb's dressing-gown, wearing Mr. Cobb's slippers, and sitting in Mr. Cobb's chair, beside Mr. Cobb's wife, smoked Mr. Cobb's pipe with such an air of feeling most thoroughly and comfortably at home. "Yes, ma'am I ve beer, in California for the last six years. And before that I went quite around the world in a whaling ship." "Lood gracious : ' Tho stranger sent a puff of smoko curling gracefully over bis bead. - "It's very strange, my dear lady, how often you see one thing as you go wandering about the world after that fashion." "And what is that ?" "Men, without bouse or home above their heads, roving here and there and turning np in all sorts'of odd places, caring very little for life as a general thing and all for ono reason. You don't ask mo what that is. No doubt you already know very well." - - "1 think not, sir." "Because a woman has jilted them." Here was a long pause, and Mr. Cobb's pipe emitted long puffs with surprising rapidity. A guilty conscience needs no accuser, and the widow's cheek was dyed with blushes as she thought of the aosent Sam. "I wonder how women manage when they get served in the same way ?" said the stran ger, musingly. "You don't meet them roam ing up and down in that style." "JNo," said Mrs. Cobb, with some spirit. "If a woman is in trouble she must stay at home and bear it toe best she can. And there is more women bearing such things than we know of I daie say." "Like enough. We never know whoso hand gets pinched in the trap unless they scream. And women are too shy or too sensible, which you choose, for that." ' "Did you ever, in all your wanderings meet any one by the name of Samuel Payson ?" asked the widow unconcernedly. The stran ger looked towards her she was rumaging the drawer for her knitting work, and did not notice him. When it was found and the nee dles in motion, he answered her. "Payson ? Sam Payson 1 Why he was an intimate friend. " Do you know him ?" "A little that is, I used to, when I was a "irl. V'Lcm ili.l vou meet him ?" "He went with me on the whaling voyage I told you of, and afterwards to California. We had a tent together, and some fellows with us, and we dug in the same claim lor more than six months." "I suppose ho is quite well." "Strong as an ox, my dear lady." And happy 1" said the widow, bunding closer over her knitting. "Hum the less said about that the better, perhaps. But he seemed to enjoy life after a fashion of his own. And he got rich out there, or rather, I will say well off." Mrs. Cobb did not pay much attention to that part of the story. Evidently she had not finished asking questions. But she was puz zled about her next one. At length she bro't it out beautifully. "Was his wife with him in California?" The stranger looked at her with a twinkling eye. "His wife, ma'am ? Why, bless you bo has not got one." "Oh, I thought I mean I heard" here the little widow remembered the fate of Annanias and Sapphira, and stopped short before she told such a tremendous fib. "Whatever you heard of his marrying was all nonsense, I can assure you. I know him well, and he had no thought of the kind about him. Some of the boys used to tease him a bout it, but he soon made them stop." "How ?" "He just told them frankly that the only wo man he ever loved had jilted him years before and married another man. After that no one ever mentioned the subject to him again ex cept me." Mrs. Cobb laid her knitting aside and look ed thoughtfully into the fire. "He was another specimen of the class of men I was speaking of. I have seen him faco death a score of times as quietly as 1 face the fire. "It matters very little what takes mo off," he used to say, "I've nothing to live for and there's no one that will shed a tear for me when I am gone.' It's a sad thought for a man to have, isn't it ?" Mrs. Cobb sighed a little as she said sho thought it was. "But did he ever tell you the name of the lady who jilted him?" '"I know her first name." "What was it?" "Maria." The plump little widow almost started out of hercnair; the name was spoken so exact ly as Sam would have said it. "Did you know her?" be asked, looking keenly at ber. "Yes." "Intimately?" "Yes." "And where is she now ? Still happy with her husband, I suppose, and never giving a thought to the poor fellow she drove out into tho world." "No." said Mrs. Cobb, shading her face with ber hand, and speaking unsteady. "No ber husband is dead." "Ah. But still she never thinks of Sam." There was a dead silence. "Does she ?" "How canJI tell ?" "Are you still friends?" "Yes." . i "Then you ought to kuov,and you do know. Tell mo." "I'm sure I don't know why I should. But if I do you must promise me, on your honor, never to tell him if you ever meet him again.' "Madam, what you say to me never shall be repeated to any mortal man, upon my honor." "Well, then, she does remember him." "But how?" "As kindly, I think, as he could wish." "I am glad to hear it for his sake. Ton and I are the friends of both parties ; we can re joice with each other." He drew his chair nearer hers, and took her hand. One moment she resisted, but it was a magic touch ; the rosy palm lay quietly in bis, and the dark beard bent so low that it nearly touched her shoulder. It did not matter much. Was he not Samuel's dear friend ? If be was not tho rose, had he not dwelt very near it for a long, long time ? . "It was a foolish quarrel that parted them," said the stranger, softly. "Did he tell you about it ?" "Yes, on board the whaler," "Did he blame ber much ?" "Not so much as himself. He said that bis jealousy and ill temper drove her to break off the match but be thought sometimes if be had only gone back and spoke kindly to ber, she would have married him after all." "I am sure she would," said the widow, pit eously. "She has owned it to me more than a thousand times." "She was not happy, then, with another." "Mr. that is to say her husband was very good and kind," said the little woman, think ing of tho lonely grave on the hillside rather penitently, "and they lived Very pleasantly to gether. There never was a harsh word be tween them." "Still might she not have been happier with Sam 1 Be-ttonest, now,and say just what you think." , ."Yen." . "Bravo !.tjiat is what I wanted to come at. And now )jfeave & se'eret to tell you, and you must brealnLto her." - - - Mrs. Cobv looked rather scared. "What is it?" "I want you to go and see her, wherever she may be, aud say to her, Maria! what makes yon start so ?" "Nothing only you speak so like some one I used to know, once in a while." "Do I ? Well.take the rest of the message. Tell her that Sam loved ber through the whole; that when he heard she was free he began to work hard at making a fortune ; he has got it, and he is coming to share it with her, if she will let bim. Will you tell her this ?" The widow did not answer. She bad freed her hand from bis, and covered her face with it. By and by she looked up again. He was wating patiently. "Well 1" "I will tell her." He rose from bis seat and walked up and down the room. Then he came back, and leaning on the mantlepiece,stroked the yellow hide of Bowse with his slipper. "Make her quite understand that he wants her for his wife. She may live where she likes, only it must be with him. "I will tell her." "Say he has grown old, but not cold ; that he loves her now perhaps better than he did twenty years ago ; that he has been faithful to her all through bis life ; and that be will be faithful till he dies " The Californian broke off" suddenly. The widow answered still : "I will tell her." "And what do you think she will say ?" he asked, in an altered lone. "What can she say but come !" "Hurrah !" The stranger caught ber out of her chair as if she bad been a child, and kissed ber. "Don't oh, don't !" she cried out. "1 am Sam's Maria." "Well I am Maria's Sam." Off went the dark wig, and the black whis kers there smiled the dear face she had nev er forgotten ! I leave you to imagine the ta bleau even the cat got up to look, and Bowse sat on his stump of a tail, and wondered if he was on his heels or his head. The widow gave ono little scream and then she But stop! Quiet people like you and me dear leader, who have got over all the follies, and can do nothing but turn up their noses at them have no business here. I will only add that two hearts were very happy, that Bowse concluded after a while that all was right, and so laid down to sleep again, and that one week afterwards there was a wedding at the house that made the neighboring farmers stare. The widow Cobb had married her First Love. No Compromise. The -New Jersey Douglas men are not at all satisfied with the proposi tion of the Breckenridge men to run but one electoral ticket in that State. The ticket nominated by the late State Convention con tains five electors who are Breckenridge men and only two who are for Douglas ; and the Douglas men say they intend to submit to no such nonsense as that. In Philadelphia, too, the same spirit is apparent. The Douglas men held their ratification meeting there on Sat urday night a week, and no one who reads the resolutions adopted can doubt that they are resolutely in earnest, and the. prevailing sen timent, especially on the part of the active leaders, is against any concession to the rival branch of the party. There is mnch less like lihood that the feud will be compromised than there is that the battle-cry will be "war to the knife." If the resolutions mean anything, conciliation is out of tho question. We find a vein of malice running through them all. The delegates who formed the Convention which nominated Breckenridge and Lane, are stigmatized as men who "owe labor and service to the decaying dynasty wtycb was created by the Natioaal Democratic Convention of 1856;" and as "fugitives from the regular organiza tion of the Democratic party, aided by disu nionists and new converts to the Democracy." We are sorry out of the deep regard we have for the party, that these brethren should man ifest such an unforgiving spirit. Douglas Baskrcpt. A writer in the De trolt Advertiser asserts with great confidence that Senator Douglas is hopelessly bankrupt, and that bis notes are under protest in Wall street to the amount of $100,000. A lew years since be was Justly regarded as man of large fortune, but bts ambition to oe rresiaen caused him to enter the contest, purse in hand, which bad the effect to draw around bim a band of cormorants and harpies, who of course took tsoro pleasure in putting his money into their pockets than tn the advancement of his cause. THE POSITION OF MB. LIJTCOLlf. The position of Mr. Lincoln on the question of Slavery is highly conservative, and cannot be objected to by any fair minded citizen. At Ottawa, Aug. 21, 1858, be spoke as follows t "Before proceeding, let me say I think I have no prejudice against the Southern peo ple. They are just what we would be in their situation. If slavery did not now exist among them, they would not introduce it. If it did now exist among us, we should not instantly give it up. This I believe of the masses North and South. Doubtless there arc individuals on both sides, who would not hold slaves un der any circumstances ; and others who would gladly introduce slavery anew, if it were out of existence. We know that some Southern men do free their slaves, go North, and become tip top Abolitionists.while some northern ones go South and become most cruel slave-masters. "When Southern people tell ns they are no more responsible for the origin of slavery than we, I acknowledge the fact. When it is said that the institution exists, and that it is very difficult to get rid of it, in any satisfactory way, I can understand and appreciate the say ing. I surely will not blame them for not do ing what I should not know how to do myself. If all earthly power were given me, I should not know what to do, as to the existing insti tution. My first impulse would be to free all the slaves, and send them to Liberia to their own native land. But a moment's reflection would convince me, that whatever of high hope (as I think there is) there may be in this, in the long run, its sudden execution is impossi ble. If they were all landed there in a day, they would all perish in the next ten days ; and there is not surplus shipping enough ana sur plus mouey enough in the world to carry them there in many times ten days. What then ? Free them all, and keep them among us as un derlings ? Is it quite certain that this betters their condition ? I think 1 would not hold one in slavery at any rate, yet the point is not clear enough to me to denounce people upon. What next 1 Free them, and make them politically and socially our equals ? My own feelings will not admit of this; and if mine would, we well know that those of the great mass of white people will not. Whether this feeling accords with justice aud sound judgment, is not the sole question, if, indeed, it is any part of it. A universal feeling whether well or ill found ed, cannot be safely disregarded. We cannot, then, make them equals. It does seem to me that a system of gradual emancipation might bo adopted; but for their tardiness in this, I will not undertake to judge our brethren or the South. When they remind us of their constitutional rights, I acknowledge them, not grudgingly, but fully and fairly ; and 1 would give them any legislation tor the reclaiming of their fugitives, which should not, in its stringency, be more like to carry a free man into slave? y than our ordinary criminal laws are to hang an innocent one. "But all this, to my judgment, furnishes no more excuse for permitting slavery to go into our territory, than it would be lor reviving the African slave trade by law. . The law which forbids the bringing of slaves from Africa and that which has so long forbid the taking of slaves to Nebraska, can hardly be disregarded on any moral principle, and the repeal of the former could find quite as plausible excuses as that of the latter. "I have reason to know that Judge Douglas knows that I said this. I think he has tbe an swer here to one of the questions he put to me. I do not mean to allow bim to catechise me un less he pays back for it in kind. I will not an swer questions o:ie after another, unless he re ciprocates ; but as he has made this inquiry, and I have answered it before, he has got it without my getting anything in return. He has got my answer to the Fugitive Slave Law. "Now, gentlemen, I don't want to speak at any greater length, but this is the true com plexion of all 1 have ever said in regard to the institution of slavery and tbe black race. This is the whole of it, and anything that argues me into his idea of perfect social and political e quality with the negro, is but a. specious and fantastic arrangement of words, by which a man can prove a horse-chestnut to be a chestnut-horse. I will say here, while upon this subject, that have ho purpose, directly or indi rectly, to interfere wilh the institution of Slavery in the States where it exists. I believe I have no lawful right to do so, and 1 have no incli nation to do so. I have no inclination to in troduce political and social equality between the white and black races. There is a physi cal difference between the two, which, in my judgment, will probably forbid their living to gether upon the looting oi penecs equaiuy; inasmuch as it becomes a necessity there must be a difference, I, as well as Judge Douglas, am in favor of the race to which I belong having tbe superior position." In lieu of the well known phrase "cork tip,' we are now to have "poultice your gob," or "easy with your meat-trap." For "mind your eye," "look out for your shutters ;" and for "give him one on the nose," "let bim have a tickler on the snuff box." But the best thing of the kind wo hae beard yet, is of a preco cious youth who, describing to his sister a visit to his pretty cousin and how he kissed her at parting, expressed it in this way : "When I bid ber good bye, I kit her a smack on her kisser. A young Mississippi widow is said to have snent at a sinele dry goods house, in Memphis, Tennessee, last year, for the adornment of her person, $3,825. An exchange minus sne most be very anxious to supply the place left vacant by the dear departed. It is a true saying, "and worthy of all accep tation" that the man who improves bis own home, his own neighborhood, and takes bis home paper, is always a good citizen. From such a course flows a stream of peace in tho bouse, beauty around the house, refinement in the neighborhood, and an honest love of home. The Philadelphia Daily News has raised to its mast-head the names of Liacoln, Hamlin, and Curtin, as its choice in the campaign now going on. It will be recollected that it was a straight Fillmore paper in 1856, and support ed Hazlehurst for Governor in 1857. Tbe lat ter gentleman is now a Lincoln man. Wisconsin has reduced tbe legal rate of in terest from twelve to ten per cent., and allows two years for the redemption of lands which have been sold out on mortgage. . If servant will lie for his master, his mas ter need not bo astonished If the servant lies for himself. GEN. JACKSOJTS WIFE. Mr. Parton tells the following story of Gen. Jackson's wife : When Gen. Jackson was a candidate for the) Presidency in 1828, not only did the partT opposed to bim abuse bim for his public acts, which if unconstitutional or violent, were a legitimate subject of reprobation,but they de famed the character of bis wife. On one oc casion a newspaper published in Nashville was laid upon tbe General's table. He glanced over it, and bis eye fell upon an article in which the character of Mrs. Jackson was vio lently assailed. So soon as he read it be sent for his trusty o!J servant DunwoOdie. "Saddle my horse," said bo to him in a whisper," and put my bolsters on him." Mrs. Jackson watched him, and though she beard not a word, she saw mischief in his eyes. The) General went out after a tew moments, when she took up the paper and undetstood every thing. She ran out to the south gate of the) yard of the Hermitage, by which the General would have to pass. She bad not been there) more than a few seconds before the General rode np with tbe counteuance of a madman. She placed herself before his horse, and cried out: , "Oh, General, don't go to Nashville ! Let that poor editor live. Let that poor editor live." "Let me alone !" be repliod, "how came you to know what I am going for?" She answered, "I saw it all in his paper after you went out put up your horse acd go back." He replied furiously, "But I will go get out of my way 1" Instead of doing this she gras ped tbe bridle with both bands, lie cried to her, "I say, let go my horse; I'll have bis heart's blood the villian that reviles my wile shall cot live." She grasped the reinsbut the tighter, and begun to expostulate with him, saying that the was the one who ought to be angry, but she forgave bet persecutors from the bottom of her heart, and prayed for them that he should lorgive if he hoped to be forgiven. At last, by her reasoning, ber entreaties and tears, she so worked upon her husband that he seemed mollified to a certain extent. She wound up by saying, "No, General, you shall not take the life of even my reviler you dart not do it, for it is written, "Vengeance is mine. I wilt repay, saith the Lord." The iron-nerved hero gave way before the earnest pleading of his beloved wife, aud re plied : "I yield to you; but had it not been for you, and the words of tho Almighty, tho wretch should not have lived an hour-" The means in use by the degraded King of Naples for torturing suspected persons among his subjects, as described by the London Times, are most revolting. One person, for merely carrying a letter in cipher, was placed in a sack ami kept beneath the water until be had lost consciousness three times. Tho-thumb-screw was used to extort confessions and also an instrument called tourniqnet, which was applied to tbe head, which makes the eyes start forth and almost drop. Pontil lo, a Lieutenant of Mainscaler, invented an arm chair, in whice the victim is seated on a sort of gridiron, under which is a pan of coal. Another method was to tie the head of tho victim between his legs, and leave bim in that position until he confessed. Another instru ment was the sbini, or "angelic instrument," in which by turning a screw, the limbs of the victim are crushed. On one occasion a man was suspended in the air, his arms being tied to one wall and his legs to another, and in that position an officer of the police jumped upon him and beat him.. The Comet. Prolessor Band, of the Cam bridge Observatory, says that from the obser vations on the comet on the 21st, 21th and 25th, Mr. Saffbrd and Mr. Tuttle have compu ted elements, which have not yet been suffi ciently tested, but there is no doubt that the comet is approaching the earth, though owing to the strong moonlight, its low position and increasing distance from the sun it is doubt ful whether it will become very Conspicuous to the naked eye. In the large telescope it presents an appearance curiously like that of the great comet of 1858 on a reduced scale. The tail branches off in two streams from the nucleus. But now the right hand one is the brighter instead of tbe left. Tbe same dark hollow is visible in the axis in the rear of the nucleus, and there are similar disturbances and jets of luminous matter in its neighbor hood, all on a reduced stiale of intensity. Baltimore has quieted doivn again. Tbe Front-Street Theatre and tho Market Hall have both been plentifully sprinkled with chloride of lime, and great care taken to pre vent the spread of any infection. The gouged out eyes, broken off thutnbs,broken revolvers, riirlr scabbards, and other fragments of tbe conventions of the City, are to be collected and deposited under a suitable monument. Lou. Jour. It is little troubles that wear the heart out. It is easier to throw a bomb-shell a mile than a feather even with artillery. Forty little debts of a dollar each, will cause you more trouble and dunning than one big one of a thousand. The Texas newspapers are calling attention to tho extensive live oak lorests of thatjState, into which their railroads are penetrating. It is said that Texas contains a larger quantity of live oak than all the balance of tbe world. Severe. Cnrran, when opposed to Lord Clare, said that be reminded him of a chimney-sweep, who had raised himself by dark and dusky ways, and then called aloud to tho neighborhood to witness bis dirty elevation. There is to be another fight for the old belt In England. Heenan has made a match for it with the Staley bridge Chicken, a fellow said to be two inches taller than the Benicia Boy. A "progressive" suggests that in this age of improvements, old Father Time should be rep resented with a Yankee clock in his hand, and seated on a steam mowing-machine. ' A correspondent of tbe Toronto Globe Jrom Fergus, Canada, sa.vs that tbe prospect for a g'ood crop of fall wheat in that neighborhood is better than for many years past. - Ahorse belonging to Key. J.P.Hale, was stung to death by bees near Frederick, Md. The animal was worth $150. Tba greatest gluttons sre thess who feed npon slander. :'