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A S. GoULDKN. John T. Hkii.y.
A Republican Local Journal,
l’ublluheU every Saturday, by
Office In Scheu’s Building, Fast Burke Street,
Invariably in Advance.
A I)VKR TISRMKSTS Inserted nt the usual
rate*: also, Business ami Special Locals.
All Kinds or JOB PRINTING done neatly
and cheaply at The Herald Printing Office.
General Information.
Presbyterian. Queen Street, between
John and King, Rev. F. M. Woods, Pas
tor; Bible Class, 7.45, p. m., 11.00 a.m.
Sabbath School, 9.80 a. m. Preacliing,
7.30. Prayer meeting: Wednesday even
ing, 7.00.
Trinity (Episcopal), corner King and
College Streets, Revs. Robert Douglas
Roller and James E. Hammond ; Ser
vices, It.00 a. m. and 7.30 p. m. Trinity
Mission House, Liberty Street, Strines
ville ; Services, 1st and 3rd Sundays, at
11.00 a. in. and 7.30 p. m.
Baptist Ciutrch, West King Street
Rev. A. E. Rodges, Pastor; Services al
11.00 a. m. and 7.30 p. m.
Lutheran, corner Queen and Martin.
Rev. R. E. Holland Pastor ; Services 10.3C
a. m. and 8 p. m.
Methodist Episcopal, corner Burke
and Germau Streets, Rev. F. M. Rice
Pastor: Services 11.00 a. m. and 8 p. m.
St. Joseph’s Catholic, Queen Street
between John and King, Rev. J. McKe
frey, Pastor : Mass at 7 and 10:30 a. m..
vespers at 5 p. m.; Sunday School at 9.30,
Methodist E. South, German Street,
between Burke and King, Rev. Join;
Landstreet, pastor; Services 11.00 a. in.
and 7.45 p. m.
Reformed, East Burke Street, Rev. J.
Hoffheins, pastor; Services 11.00 a. m,
7.00 p. m.. Lecture 7.30, p. m., Sundaj
School 2.30 p. m.
United Brethren, Strinesville, Rev. J
M. Underwood, Pastor; Services 11.0(
a. m. and 7.30 p. m.; Sabbath School 9.3(
a. m.
First Congregational, Services in roomt
of Y. M. C. A. Queen St., at 11 00 a. m,
Sabbath School at 9:00 a. m.
Church of God, Rev. Joshua Hutson
Pastor; Services at 3.00 p. m.
First Free Baptist, (colored), Raleigl
Street, between Martin and Burke, Rev
H. F. Keys, Pastor ; Services 11.00 a. m
and 7.30 p. m.; Sabbath School 9.30 a. m
Mt. Zion M. E. Church, (colored)
West Martin Street, Rev. G. R. Williams
pastor; Services 10.00 a. m. and 7.30 p. in
Palestine Commandery No. 2, meets Is
Monday night in each month, in Grant
ham Hall.
Lebanon R. A. C. No. 2, meets 3rd Mon
day each month, in Masonic Hall.
Robert White Lodge. (A. F. & A. M.)
No. 67, moets 2d and 4th Mondays of eacl
month, in Grantham Hall.
Equality Lodge, No. 44. A. F. & A. M.
meets 2nd and 4th Saturday evenings o
each month, in Masonic Hall.
Valley Lodge, No. 602, K. of H., meet
2d and 4th Friday nights each month, ii
Pythian Hall.
Lincoln Post, No. 1, G. A. R.. meet
every Thursday night, in Scheu's Hall.
Berkeley Council, A. L. H., meet
1st and 3rd Monday of each month, ii
Scheu's Hall.
Key Council Royal Arcanum, meets It
and 3rd Friday each month, in Scheu'
Washington Lodge No. 1. K. of P
meets each Tuesday night, in Castle Hal
Tuscarora Lodge, No. 24, I. O. O. F
‘ meets every Saturday night, in Odd Fe
low's Hall.
Horeb Encampment. No 12. mnets 2m
and 4th Tuesday in Od l Fellow's Hall.
Bethany Lodge, No. 4. D. of It,, meet
1st and 3d Tuesday of each month, in Od<
Fellow's Hall. *
Hori Gori Society meets 1st Morula’
of each month, at‘ residence of Philii
Local Branch No. 29. Order of Iroi
Hall, meets 2d and 4tli Thursdays, ii
Scheu’s Building.
St, Joseph's Beneficial Society, meets ii
St. Joseph's Hall, every 1st Monday o
each month.
St. Patrick's Beneficial Society, meet
1st and 3d Sundays, in St. Joseph's llall
—-- • ---
Citizens' Mutual Building Association:
meets every Wednesday night, at Offic
of George W. Feidt.
Tuscarora Building Association. No. £
meets every Monday evening, in office o
Maj. E. S. Troxell.
Post Oflice on Queen Ktreot, 2 doors fror
Eutheran Church, J. N. Winner, Postmaster.
For Baltimoro, Washington, Philadelphia
New York, and East, at 12 noon, 7 p. m. and 8 j
For Cumberland, Pittsburg and West, at 12 ^
p. in. and 8 p. m.
For Hagerstown, Harrisburg and points o:
Cumberland Valley, at 8 no a. m. and p. in.
For Bunker Hill and Gerardstown, at 1 p. m
From Baltimore, Washington, Philadelphia
New York and East, at 1220 b. m. and 11 45 p. n:
From Hagerstown, Harrisburg, and pointsoi
Cumberland Valley, at 5 15 p. m. and 12 20 p. in
From Cumberland, Pittsburg, and West, 7 l
p. m. and 4 04 a. m.
Fr*m Bunker Hill and Gerardstown at 11 0
ft. m.
Dealer in
Groceries Provisions, Tobacco,
Cigars, dkc.
All goods warranted frosh and pure.—
Country produce wanted at all times
especially BUTTER AND EGGS.
No. 11 Last Martin street,
Next door to Diehl's marble yard
Ladies’ Store,
Queen St., opposite Continental Hotel.
She recceivos constant supplies of
Millinery and Fancy Goods, Ixices,
the latest styles of
Bonnets, Hats, Fhirers, Trimmings
Feathers, Ribbons, Embroidery,
Indies Underwear, Notions, Gloves, &c.
Fashionable Millinery
a specialty.
The ladies are invited to call and ex
amine goods.
Trimming executed promptly, and ac
cording to the latest fashion reports.
TWTa,‘ ASSETS, ~7 - 8S.730.SU!) S7
1 npaid Ios»(.«, Kl.e - « no, 154 72
m. i,', do- 'll land, - - - 8,S»7 28
Ht-iiiauranee, Fire ... ,500,<8)0 00
do7, , Inland, - - - 20.000 0)
r’Ii,£lairflR. 41,877 S3
Laan (,npltn|. 4,000,000 00
1 Surplua, . . 83,007.170 34
To‘*I> ■ . - 8,730,90 S7
W* W. • Hat hr ns 4* Soil,
Agents for Berkeley (bounty.
Business Cards.
| Office—No. 6 West King St., opposite Court
! House, Martinsburg.
Will promptly attend to all business entrust
ed to him. Special attention given to the
collection of Pensions, Claims, Ac.
Office, Sclieu’s Building, 2d Floor, next door
to Herald Office. Entrance on Burke Street,
Martinsburg, W. Va.
Promptly attends to nil business entrusted to
him. Office—N. E. Corner Public Square,
Martinsburg, W. Va.
Martinsburg, W. Va.
CourtsBerkeley, Jefferson and Morgan.
40-Spcclal attention given to the collection of
pensions, back pny, etc., collections, convey
ancing and all kinds of legal business promptly
and perseverlngly attended to.
Graduate of Baltimore Dental College. Offers
Ills professional services to the people of Mar
tingburg, Berkeley and adjacent counties.—
Charges moderate. Office, Corner Burke und
College Streets, Martinsburg, W. Va.
No. 57 Queen St., Martinsburg, W. Va.
l PHILIP SMITH, Proprietor.
Th Is House, being lately repaired and remod
■ oled, is now one of the best hotels In the city.
It Is kept on the European plan, and Its table
! and bnr are always supplied with the best the
' j market can afford.
GEO. E. AURANDT A SON, I-rop’rs.
f First-class Board and Accommodations.
t } H. W. GRKEIt, having a wide experience
a i as n grocer, would respectfully Inform the peo
w I nle that he can sell as cheap as any in the city,
lie keeps the very best
Syrups and Molasses,
, SUPERIOR RIO and other grades COFFEES,
• and all grades SUGARS, at lowest prices.
! Spioes, Confectionery, Canned
Fruit, Vegetables;
) Glassware, Qujcenswarjs, &c. ’
l •
Also, Twenty Brands of the best
I Ill tn© City. ITT r»trtT» nwro ,liun ftllV
t one grocer in town. Give him a call,
j [ X$r All kinds of Produce taken In exchange
for goods, or highest cash prices paid.
He it known that John Snodeal will
\ keep on hand a full line of
. ! Such as Flour, Fish, Dried Beef and Ba
_■! con of all kinds,
f Molasses, Vinegar, Coal Oil, etc., Cakes,
Candies and Confectioneries of every va
riety : in fact every thing to be found in
I call your special attention to my
Celebrated “WI$E BITTERS
• a sure cure for dyspepsia, lossof appetite,
- lack of energy, etc.; also, to my Elder
berry Tonic,” for all diseases of the
i ; lungs, both of which are made from pure
and unadulterated home-made wine.
I claim to have the best stock of Home
Made Wines in the city ; such as, Grape,
Elderberry, Apple, Currant, Blackberry,
1 Wild Cherry, &e., &o.
j Pure Grape Juice for Communion Purposes, j
Thanking the public for their liberal patron- |
) age In the past ami trusting i may merit a con
tinuance of the same, I remain, very respect- i
Winchester Pike, between King c<* John Sts.,
Blacksmithing in all it* Branches !
—) Winchester Pike, Near Toll Gate.{—
All kinds of work for farmers and me
j clianics and the public in general.
, Special Attention Given to Country Work
Such as repairing carriages, wagons,
farming implements, and
shoeing horses.
The Original Cash Store !
Dealer in
j Notions, Boots it shoes, Hats, Cap*,
and the largest and most varied lot
of goods in Strinesville. Selling for
cash goods can be bought at “ sock
j bottom ” prices. Full line of
Muslins, Ginghams, Calicoes,
Linens, Totecling, Hosiery of all kinds
Large line of GROCERIES, and great
variety of BOOTS and SHOES, all cheap
for cash 1
Country Produce always wanted
j for cash or trade ! Don't forget the place
Queen Street, Strinesville.
A fine lot, opposite Morgan Martin’s
store, which will be sold very cheap.
Apply to J. A. Young.
For Sale !
Oueen and the other on Jolm Street, Martins- i
nunotaS a six iieie lot one-fourth mile from ,
town. Inquire at this office*.
I found my baby girl to-day
Asleep upon the floor.
The space around her little form
With playthings scattered o’er.
Her hands were nestled neath her chin,
And one still firmly held
A broken toy, whose novel charm
As yet was undispelled.
There lingered still about the mouth
And on the brow a trace
Of thought, half grieved and perplexed,
As if the tiny face
Already had begun to learn
The look it was to wear
In years to come. I stopped to kiss
Away the mimic care,
And as I lay her, still asleep,
Within her nest-like bed,
And smoothed the cradle's pillow for
The little weary head,
I thought how we of larger growth,
When tired of pains and joys,
With that same look, fall fast asleep
Amid our broken toys!
And then the Father, stooping, takes
The tired head to his breast,
And smooths the furrow from the brow,
And bears us to our rest.
—Howard Qlyndon.
“ Do you see that young lady in
white talking with Clarke ?”
The speaker was a tall, distinguish
ed-looking man of thirty-five in the
uniform of a cavalry colonel in the
Confederate service. The time was
a summer night in 1863; the place,
the hotel parlor in a small village in
Middle Tennessee. The occasion was
a “hop” given in honor of the pres
ence of a detachment of “ Forest’s
Cavalry,” the daring riders whose
names are household words in south
ern homes, from the mountains of
Tennessee to the valleys of the Mis
sissippi. The young lady referred to
was a pretty, graceful girl, with dark
gray eyes, waving hair of a dark,
reddish gold, and the exquisite com
plexion that accompanies it.
“ Who is she !” asked the colonel’s
“That is l’icton’ssweetheart,Miss
“ The same that saved his life
after Shiloh ?” said Captain Barclay.
*“ The same,” rejoined Colonel Ter
ry. “She is a little creature to do
such a thing, but she did. Yon see
she was in the neighborhood at the
time of the battle, «mi somebody
told her that Pieton was killed. She
went over the field and found him,
badly wounded through the lungs,
but still alive. She sent a boy that
she had brought with her to hunt up
a surgeon, and she stayed by Pieton.
The boy found Dr- Cowan, and when
they got back Miss Garnett had
raised Pieton up, with his head on
her breast, so that he could breathe
more easily. Dr. Cowan examined
the wound without moving him, and
told her that he was afraid it was
hopeless, for the least motion, even
leaving him down again, might pro
duce a fatal hemorrhage. If he could
be kept perfectly quiet until morn
ing, and the bleeding checked dur
ing the night he might have ‘a bare
chance of pulling through.’ ‘ Well,'
said the brave little woman, ‘heslmll
be kept quiet, for I will stay just
here and not let him move.’ And,
by George, she did ; she never stir
red all night,and in the morning they
carried him to the nearest house,
and she nursed him until he was out
of danger.”
“ That sweetheart is worth hav
ing,” said Captain Barclay, with a
glance of admiration at the subject
of their conversation.
Half an hour later Colonel Terry
was at Miss Garnett’s side receiving
a warm greeting that told the two
were fast friends.
“Tell me of all my friends in the
battalion,” she said, presently.
“ How many ?” lie asked, quizic
ally; “more than one ?”
“ I mean what I said,” she answer
ed, with a merry laugh and a quick,
brihgt blush : “I have heard ‘one’
of them very recently.”
“Does Charley know you are
here ?” asked the colonel.
“ No; it is not a week since I left
Memphis. Will they join you here?”
“ They ?” he replied, inquiringly.
“The rest of the command, I
mean,” she replied, blushing again.
“A portion of it may, but for that
part you are particularly interested
in I cannot say. You know they are
with the general, and their move
ments can’t lie counted on with any j
great certainty.”
They are the comets of the ser- ■
vice,” said Miss Garnett. “Quite
as erratic, at all events.”
“ May I have the pleasure of this ]
dance ?” said the colonel, as the
band struck up a quadrille. “I
know it is useless to ask you for a
The dance over, he led her to a
diair,and after a moment’s gay ban
[liuage, was about to resign his place
in favor of the other claimants for
l,er smiles, when he saw a sudden
ghastly pallor overspread her fea
“Miss Alice, ymi are ill! he ex
claimed, anxiously. Let me get you
some water.”
It was scarcely a moment before
his return, but even then he was
shocked at her white, drawn face.
“ Call my sister,” she said to anoth
er gentleman with her, and both had
reached her at the same time.
“ Lucy take me home,” she whis
pered, “ I am dying.”
“Oh, no darling,” said her sister,
tenderly, “ you will be well in the
morning.” .
As quickly asTwsJfblc the carriage
was called and the sick girl placed in
When they were just starting Col
onel Terry wished them good night,
expressing the hope that Miss Alice
would recover by morning. She
put out her hand, and exerting her
strength, said distinctly:
“ Yes, I shallbe well in the morn
ing. Tell Charley—” her voice fail
ed, and, lifting her slim white hand,
loosened the flowers she wore at her
breast and pnt them into the Col
onel’s hand. Give these to him—yes
j —in the morning.” Her voice died
away to a faint whisper, and her
head fell back on her sister’s shoul
der. The lady who had acted as
their chaperon hastened to apply re
storatives and thp carriage rolled
swiftly away.
The next mornihg when Colonel
Terry called to inquire after the in
valid he had no need to ask, for from
the door there floated the mournful
insignia of death. I Shocked beyond
expression, that b^rdy soldier turn
ed away, unable then to even offer
his services if they! were needed. He
went again after! a while and saw
Mrs. Cameron, the) hostess of the sis
ters during tlieirjvisit. From hei
he learned the brifcf details of Alice’s
death. Her attack had been a sud
den spasm of the heart, and she had
never rallied. She had not spoken
but once and they caught he:- lover’s
name, and a repetition of the words,
“ in the morning.”
“Poor Charleyywho wUlteilhimf’
groaned the colonel when the lady’s
voice ceased.
” You are Dls nest nieml,” she an
swered. “ I think no one else could
do it so gently.”
“ I can’t,” he replied, shaking his
head. “ I would rather face a battery
Why, you don’t know, you can’!
think how his very life seems bound
up in her; and now—”
They buried her next morning; six
of Pictou’s friends carried his dead
: love to her grave, and then came
| sadly back, each questioning who
j would bear the tidings to the gal
lant sabreur far away with the old
; brigade.
That night the order came to join
; the main command, and by daylight
j the troops were miles away. As they
reached the vicinity of the appointed
rendezvous a desultory firing warned
I them of an approaching conflict.—
j Presently they formed themselves in
! the midst of a portion of the com
mand, drawn up in a piece of woods
| overlooking a sloping field, which on
the opposite side rose to a sharp em
inence, on the brow of which was
i posted a Federal battery.
Farther to the right the firing had
j become sharper, and soon the roll of
J musketry swept all along the line.
“ I say, Barclay,” called Colonel
Terry, as that officer passed him,
“ have you seen Pieton yet?” And
as Barclay shook his head, added,
“ Tell the boys not to let him know
yet. Wait till this is over.”
“ All right; I’ll tell them,” answer
ed Barclay, as he rode away.
“ The old General will be wanting
that battery the first thing they
know,” said one of the men, as a
shell exploded over their heads.—
“They had better keep it quiet.”
“Thar, what did I tell you!” he
added, biting off a huge piece of
“long green;”“thar go the Misis
sippi boys now.”
As he spoke a tawny column mov
ed out of the woods and swept gal
lantly across the field. But as they
reached the center a murderous
round of grape and canister tore
through their ranks and the column
broke in confusion. Three times
they were shattered by the galling
“ Tell you what, boys,” called out
the private who had before spoken,
“ thar’s fun comin’now! That’s Gang’s
bugle. The old regiment wants some
of the pie!”
He stooped and felt his saddle
girth as he spoke then straightened
himself and waited for the command,
for he was “one of the boys.” The
next moment there was a ringing
cheer from the ranks as General
Forrest rode up.’
“Boys,” he exclaimed, pointing
with his word, “I want that bat
tery captured. One regiment has
tried, and couldn’t take it. Now I
want you boys to (lo better than that,
I am going to lead you, and I want
i you all to follow me.”
Another cheer, was the snswer, as
the men fell into ranks.
“ Charge!” and down the slope
rode the gallant “ old regiment,”
never faltering as the grape sweeps
through the serried ranks, closing
each gap as it was made by the dead
fire ; on, on, following by the lead of
the tall figure at the head of the col
umn, till they rode right over the
death-dealing guns, “sab’ring the
gunners there,” and the woods gave
back the majestic echoes of the fa
mous “ rebel yell” as the victory was
Won! -Yes, but at a fearful cost.
That fatal slope was drenched with
the blood of the Southland’s bravest
After the charge Colonel Terry
found himself face to face with
Charley Pictou. “ My God, how can
I tell him ?” muttered the colonel to
himself as the gallant young fellow
rode toward him, holding out his
“ It takes the ‘ old regiment ’ to do
up things in style !” said he, grasp
ing the colonel’s hand. “ Say, Ter
ry, did you see Miss Alice! Cole
man has j ust got back from Mem
phis, and he told me she had gone
on a visit to some friends in C-”
Put as he spoke he suddenly put
his hand to his side. “ I am shot,”
he gasped, faintly. It was true. A
stray bullet had struck him in the
side, and Col. Terry caught him as
he reeled in his saddle and rode
with him to the field hospital.
When the surgeon examined the
wound, he shook his head doubt
“ 1 know a nurse worth twenty
doctors,” whispered Pictou with a
smile. “ Terry, can’t you fetch hei
to me 1”
Through the night the colone
stayed with him. Once he weaken
ed and repeated the question he hat
asked just before he was shot.
“ I saw her, yes,” the colonel an
swered, huskily. “She sent yoi
some flowers.’* ^
The blue eyes lighted up with i
tender glow, and Picton held out hii
Silently Col. Terry- took from hi.1
breast pocket the withered flowers
a spray of ivy and a half-openec
white rose, and laid them in the out
stretched hand.
The wounded man slept. But in :
couple of hours he awoke, mud
worse, and the surgeon in his rounc
told the bronzed watcher that tin
end was very near.
“Terry !” and the colonel bent hii
head to catch the faintest accents.—
“ I’m dying. I wouldn’t mind—only
—poor Alice ! Tell her gently,—
please—she loves me, you know—
and 1, oh, Terry!” it is hard to leav<
her. My poor darling.”
For a moment the colonel coult
not answer. Then, choking back i
sob, he said, slowly and distinctly:
“ Charley, Alice is waiting for you
You are not leaving her but going tt
A bewildered, troubled look canx
into his wistful blue eyes.
Don’t you understand me, Char
ley ? She is dead. We buried hei
there in C-. I couldn’t tell yoi
before, dear old boy. But now you
will be with her before you have
time to grieve after her. She died
with your name on her lips, murmur
ing of meeting you in the morning.’
He understood now, and a smile
of relief flitted across his pale lips
“ Dear girl/’ he murmured. u I am
so glad she will not have this griel
to bear.
Then he slept again and the hours
passed on until the eastern sky
brightened with the solemn light ol
“ Terry !” The word was but the
faintest whisper, but the watchei
instantly bent his head to listen.
“ It is morning,” came the faint,
gasping accents, and again the white
lids drooped over the blue eyes.—
Five, ten minutes passed. Then
Col. Terry lifted the dead hands and
crossed them over the pulseless
breast, reverently covered the still,
white face, and turned away.
His two friends had met once
more—“ in the morning ” of a fade
less day.—Louisville Courier Journal.
---• • --
Archibald Forbes, the famous
British war correspondent, saw the
Connecticut troops parade at
Charleston, and says they equaled
the best trained troops of Euroj>e,
and with such militia the country
needs no standing army.
Instructor in Latin—“ Mis B., oi
what was Ceres the goddess ? ” Miss
B.—“ She was the goddess of mar
riage.” Instructor—u Oh, no j of
agriculture.” Miss B. (looking per
plexed)—“Why, I’m sure my book
says she was the goddess of hus
On the last meeting of the Lime
I kiln Club there was crape on the
; bear trap as the janitor opened the
| door to admit the crowed. No one
j conld say who was missing, and ev
! ery eye was turned on the President
as he arose and said:
“ Two nights ago at midnight 1
saw Brudder Kyan Jones take leave
of airth to cross the dark ribber. De
old man had been ailin’ for weeks,
an’ he was ready to go. When his
eyes look under de dark cloud ob
death, an’ caught sight ob de angels
ob Heaven, he gathered his friends
about him, an’ we sot beside him
when his life went out. If dar am a
man in dis hall who believe wid Bob
: Ingersoll he should been dar when de
soul ob dis poor ole black man began
slippin’ away from its home ob clay.
What brought the smile ob joy to de
ole man’s face! What put de look
ob blessed satisfaction in his eye!
| Why did he welcome de cornin’ ob
I dat sleep dat knows no wakin’ till de
blast ob dat trumphet turns airth
into paradise !
“ Way down in de rice fields oh
Louisiania lies de body ob his ole
wife. Dat smile ob joy was bo’n at
de thought obmeetin’heratde gates
ob Heaven. In a green lane in Geor
gia lies de dust ob his first bo’n chile,
Dat look came into his eye when he
realized dat befo’ to-morrow he would
fold dat boy in his arms. In de
ya’ars ob de long ago dey took his
daughter away: an’ he has neber
heard ob hersince. When he thought
ob de blessed family reunion up dai
behind de gates ob gold his faee wore
such a look dat he conld a’most h’ai
de music ob de harps. Tell me oh
some on believer who has died dat
way! Tell me ob a scoffer who hat
let go ob life with a smile on his face
All de words ob all de infidels on
airth conld not hab shaken de fait!
ob dat poor ole man. He could nol
read but he could pray. He could
not read but he could hope. Jist be
fore de bell struck midnight we saw
his smile brighten, and he pointed
1 wid his finger into distance.
“ Shall I tpU you what de ole mai
| saw! He saw behind the curtail
which hangs between life and eterni
, ty. He saw legions upon legioui
and hosts upon hosts marchin’ dowi
to de dark riblter. He saw beyond
dat. He saw the sunlight ob de odei
sho’. He herd de music. He saw
de wife an’ children ob oder days
and when dey held out der arms tc
him he whispered to us: ‘Dey it
callin’, dey is callin’, dey is callin’
and lie sunk away without a sigh.’
Vital spark of heavenly flame,
■ Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying !
•, Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
. \ And let me languish into life !
'' Hark! they whisper ; angels say ,
Sister spirit, come away .
What is this absorbs me quite.
Steels my senses, shuts my sight.
: Drowns my senses, draws my breath,
Tell me, my soul! can this be death ?
The world recedes ; it disappears ;
, | Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring :
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly
O grave ! where is thy victory ?
O death ! where is thy sting V
* —Alexander Pope.
— ■ .♦.
“ You are living a very secludet
life,” said a traveler to a mau at
whose cabin he stopped for a drinl
of water.
“Yes, rather.”
“ Must fiud it lonesome out here in
the woods. Say, you arc tired of so
ciety t ”
“ Yes, worn out. Last year I lived
iu Little Rock. I had a fine, large
house and plenty of company. Fre
quently when men came in from the
country they would stop with me,
but I grew tired of company. I gave
up the large house and left town.”
“ Got in debt, I suppose.”
“ Xo; didn’t owe a cent. Gave up
the house willingly, and prefer this
little hut.”
“ Very strange case. I don’t un
derstand it.”
“O, it’s very plain. I was in the
penitentiary.”—Little Rock Gazette.
O. W. Holmes says: “The true
! girl has to be sought for.” Exactly,
| and the good for nothing young
| scamp who sponges his way through
the world too often does the seeking,
and gets the girl who ought to be
, married to a young man of sense
. who has no time or inclination to
hunt her up.
He was a bachelor, bad traveled
extensively and could speak any
language, dead or alive; but when
he returned home the other day and
talked to his sister’s baby, and when
it cried and was pacified by its
mother saying: “ Did his naughty,
wauty uncle wuncle come homey
j and scarey warey my little putsey
| wapscy ? ” he just leaned over the
! back of the chair and wept.
A Somerville young lady who was
the recipient of attentions from two
young meu equally eligible, in point
of good looks, social position and
financial solidity, and entertaining
siiuiliar feelings of friendship tor
Uttli, was in a qnandery a* to which
one to dtoose, should they propose.
A friend to whom she confided her
difficulty, suggested that she put
both to some test to prove the
strength of their affection. She took
the advice, and to the first who
avowed his affection, said:
“You toll me that you love me.
How do I know' that you are sincere t
What would you do to show your
love f ”
“Anything,” replied the ardent
lover, who had a spice of romance
in his disposition, “anything. I
would go to the world’s end for you;
i I would endure any suffering for yon;
I would die for you if necessary.”
Such ardent protestations brought
the blushes to her cheeks and a
i thrill of happiness to her heart, and
she thought that no one could love
her more fondly than he did. She
■ asked, however, for a little delay lie
t'orc giving him an annwer to his
! suit.
Meanwhile the other proposed and
she questioned him iu like mauner.
“Well,” said he, “I’ll toil you
j what I would do to show you my
love: If you marry me you shall
have good clothes to wear. I will
see that you are always the owner of
a handsome sealskin sacqne and that
your hats or bonnets are alw^a in
fashion, aud I will be always a faith
I ful loving husband to you.”
“ But wouldn’t you go to the
I world’s end for me, or die for me, or
any of that sort of thing, you know!”
j she asked, as she toyed with his coat
, buttons.
“ I don’t want to go to the world’*
end,” he replied; “1 have a nice,
good paying business in Bostou; and
as for dying for you, I’d rather live
for you.”
“ Well,” said she, as visions of the
seal skin sacqne, fashionable bonnets,
etc., flashed before her mind, “I
think you can speak to pa.”
The practical wooer is the man for
the times.
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Persian Proverbs: The heart is
the only thing that is better by be
ing broken.
Anon: It is more shameful to dis
trust one’s friends than to lie deceiv
ed by them.
Emile Souvestre: Good company
and good conversation are the very
1 sinews of virtue.
Charles Dudley Warner: Next to
1 an effeminate man there is nothiug
1 so disagreeable as a man ink woman.
George Eliot; When death, the
1 great reconciler, has come, it is nev
1! er our tenderness we repent of, but
our severity.
Iiochefoucauld: True bravery is
shown by performing withont wit
ness what one might be capable of
doing before the whole world.
Kingsley: What can a man do
more than die for his country f Live
! for it; it is a longer work, and there
; fore a more difficult and nobler one.
Dante: “ Behold the savage beast
: with the pointed tail that passes
mountains and breaks through walls
and weapons. Behold him that pol
I lutes the whole world.” Thus began
my gtiide to speak to me, and the
' uncleanly image of Fraud came for
i ward.
Emerson: Conversation fills all
gaps, supplies all deficiencies. What
a good trait is that recorded of Mad
ame de Maiutenou, that daring din
' ner, the servant whispered at her
side: u Please, madame, one anec
; dote more, for there is no roast to
Anon: One cannot help seeing
that the sense of live beauty is a
blessing; that the ideal is forever
the real; the only live thing in th«
universe of mind and matter. Once
truth is understood, the bonds of
j tyranny are but rotten withes; meth
i ods are but incidents.
On a certain occasion, at a certain
dramatic temple, a farce vm in
course ot representation, and had
just reached the scene where the
lover enters, seeking, almost dim
tracted, his lady-love, who had hid
herself a moment before (in fad view
of the audience) in the “ garden,” be
hind some canvass representation of
“ Where, oh Heaven! has my Julia
fled 1” exclaimed the actor, in des
pairing accents, looking around
everywhere but in the right ]dsce.
A specimen of t!ie genus Yankee,
in the pit, who had hitherto been all
attention, now exhibited symptoms
of impatience, and as the actor re
peated his impassioned inquiry, he
was answered by our Yankee with—
“ Right behind yon, you durn fool,
j in the tater patch I ”
The effect can be imagined bettor
than described, the applause was
j tremendous.
Mr. Gladstone is attended by
guards when he leaves bis home.
A young woman of Wallingford,
Conu., was married the other even
i ing, and while festivities that follow
ed the ceremony were at their height
! the bride eloped with one of her old
| admirers, who was among the guests.

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