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VOLUME XVII. - NUMBER 10.
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T- ELLISON, PRACTICING PHYSICIAN, Coudcrsrcrt, Pa., respectfully informs tie citizens of rhe vil lage aud Vicinity that 4>e w>\\ prom ply re spond t© a?, calls for prefesstenal services. Office on Main St., in building fcrmtrly cc cupied by C. W. Ellis, Esq. C. S. & E. A. JONES, DEALERS tx DRUGS, MEDICINES. PAINTS Oils, Fancy Articles, Stationery, Dry Goad;. Groceries, A-c., Main ft, CoudttlfWrt, Pft. dTeT OLMSTED, DEALER IN DRY GOODS, READY-MADE Clothing, Crockery, Groceries, Ac., M/:nst., Couderspert, Pa. j COLLINS SMITH, DEALER in Dry Goods, Groceries, Provisions, j Hardware, Queensware, Cutlery, and all Goods usually found in a country Store.—i Coudersport, Nov. 27, ' COUDERSPORT HOTEL, D. F. GLASSMIRE, Proprietor, Corner o- Main and Second Streets, Coudersport, Pot ter Co., Pa. A Livery Stable Is also kept in connect tion with this Hotel. j H. J. OLMSTED, DEALER IN STOVES, TIN & SHEET IRON" WARE, Main St., nearly opposite the Court House, Coudersport, Pa. Tin and Sheet Iron Ware made to order, in good style, on ■ short notice. I WM. H. MILLER J. C. M'AI.ARSKY. . MILLER &. McALARAEI, ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW, HARRISI3URCT, PA., ; AGENTS for the Collection of Claii is. against the United States and State Gov ernments, such as Pension, Bounty, Arrears j of Pay Ac. Address Box 95, Harrisburg, Pa. Pension Bounty and War Claim Agency. PENSIONS procured for soldiers of the present war who are disabled by reason of wounds received or disease contractracted: while in the service of the United States ; and , pensions, bounty, and arrears of pay obtained j for widows or heir 3 of those who have died! or been killed while in service. All letter vof j' iaquiry promtly answered, and on receipt bv j mail of a statement of the case of claimant 11' will forward the necessary papers for their j' signature. Feea in Pension cases as fixed by.! law. 11 RBFBUBNCKS.—Hon. ISAAC BEXSOX, Hon. A. 1 1 G. OLMITID, J. S. MANN, Esq., F.W.KNOX, Esq. DAN BAKER, Claim Agent Couderport Pa. Jnae <, '64.-ly. i HOWARD ASSOCIATION, PHILADELPHIA, PA. ; J DISEASES of the Nervous, Seminal, Urina- j \ ry and sexual n stems—new and reliable J lee'atmtnt —in reports of the HOWARD AS-1 SOCIATION—sent by mail in sealed letter; envelopes, free of charge. Address, Dr. J SKILLIN HOUGHTON, Howard Association! Tfin 3 Seuth Ninth &*rwt, Philidelylri*, Pa. I ll* u*. | fjfj* flfufiflr journal* TIIE DAY IS DONE. Tbe day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I se the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mi3t, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the raist resembles the rain. Corao, read to tne some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, "Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor ; And to-night I long for res\ Read from some humbler poet, Whose song 3 gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard In hi 3 soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then rend from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beau'y of thy voice, A,ud the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shail fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. THE SOLDIEK-UKIDE. There were wild flowers in profusion, in bouquet atd garland, scattered about the small but gentle mansion of Widow Stoniugton. Mirrors aud antique picture frames were wreathed with them; win dows were garlauded, and even the verv goblets—saving a sufficient uuuiber to accommodate the excited guests —were , made to serve the purpose of vases. The long table witli its snowy cloth, the side board, and the parlor ornamental piece, bore a score of their fragrant ornaments, yet queen above them all, was the pure white boquet syringas and white thorn blos-ouis that lay upon the dressing table in one of the neatest littlo boudoirs in New Euglaud. What a stir! what a tumult! what a running here and there ! what a pattering of slippered feet up and down the stairs! what a flying of nimble fingers among bits of ribbou and tarletou and illusion ! and why not? Sweet Lucy, the only surviv ing -child of the widow, was that morning to Kurry Capt. Edward Burnett, a young and haudsouie officer, who had already distinguished himself iu the Union ser vice. Lucy is not handsome but very pure and lovely in her pridal dress of pearl white g*u?y texture, looped up here and there with boquets of the fragrant sy ringa; while among her golden curls peep out tho white violet ami moss rose bud just opening its petals to the light. And Lucy looked dreamily happy that looming, yet astonishingly indifferent— so that the bridemaids protested—to her own personal appearance. She had not once raised her eyes to the mirror before which they were turning her from one side ! to the ether as if she were but a moving wax figure, placed there to show to ad vantage tbe gauze and laccs with which they were adorning her. A light rap is heard at the door. "This is Edward—let him come in," said Lucy, the lightest perceptible flush mountiug to her cheeks at the well known | sound. "Oh ! no, no!" chimed half a dozen voices "not till this loop of ribbon is fas tened and the veil properly adjusted." But Edward did come m, though he paused for a moment on tbe threshold to contemplate the loveliness of the group. The Dext instant he was by Lucy's side, rumpling veil, tissues, ribbon and flowers iu one confused mass as he caught her in his arms and pressed his lips to her now burning cheeks. "Goodness me ?" "Oh my 1" "Did you ever!" "Tho bear!" "The Hot tentot : to swallow her at one mouthful!" and various other exclamations of disgust efcaped the group of bridemaids, who looked with dismay on the havoc the! sunburnt but still handsome captain wasj making of the bridal finery of their pet Lucy. "I beg your pardon, ladies, but I couldn't resist the temptation," said Ed ward; "there Lucy, shake yourself, and you will be just as good as new. Who shall say the beauty of a bird is not en hanced by ruffling its plumage?" Just at this moment Mrs. Stonington entered to say that "the guests had ail arrived and that the minister was getting impatient." L 2me go t|an myself," said Ed- COUDERSPORT, POTTER COUNTY, PA,, WEDNESDAY JUNE 14, 1865. ward, resigning the bride elect to her uncle, who was to give her away. While the ceremony was being per formed a silent prayer goes up from the heart of the widow and tears drop thick and fast upon her furrowed checks, for her home will now be desolate indeed; and when at last the two are made one the mother presses her daughter to her bosom—now hers no more forever—one, long moaning sob, which she tries to re press, escapes her, and she feels that the light has gone out from the hearthstone when the carriage containing the newly married couple rolled away from the door. A month had passed Captain Burnett'6 absence had expired, he joined his regi ment taking bis young bride with him— much against his better judgement—to that desolate portion of Eastern Virginia which was soon after the scene of a terri ble battle. Rut though he presented camp life and marches in their dreariest aspect to her, her reply was: "'Where thou goest I will go/ Had I thought you would refuse to let me bear you company in your perils, I would not have married you." "Lucy dearest, how can a delicate form like yours bear the tedious marches which many a hardy soldier sinks under ? and then to subsist for weeks on hard, dry, often tim* repulsive food—what a change from the delicacies you have been nurtured on." "Let me but try, Edward : I am stroDg and brave and healthy, and will cheer fully bear all the privations you mention, nay, more, so I may be your companion." And thus it was that the brave cap tain yielded to his young wifo's eotreaues. The young bride was for some time charmed with the novelty of camp life, and while listening to the stirring beat of the drum, as the different companies went through their drills, she almost wished herself a "brave soldier boy." No prouder sight had her eyes ever witnessed than that of her gallant husband as, at the head of his brave band of cavalry he set out for the battle field. "And aru I to be left behind?" she asked, as Edward sprang from his saddle aud entered the tent to give her a part ing kiss. "Ceriainly, dearest. What could we do with a woman ou the battle field." "I feel as if I could fight too, Edward. Pray let me accompany you." | "Not for the wide world can I consent. Some ill would most assuredly befall you ; land you would be, at least, but a stum ibling block in our way. I have given : Stanton the charge of affairs here, and until I return or you hear from me, fol low implicitly his directions Should I : fall, dear Lucy," and his voice trembled slightly, "£o back to your mother without ; delay." Lucy's eyc3 were dim with tears, but she soon wiped them away to watoh the little band which her husband led as they galloped across the wide plain. I The battle field was not far distant,and soon she heard the roar of artillery. The loud booming of cannon and the fiendish ( hissing of the shells, that sped fiercer ; than thunderbolts through the air, set her nearly frantic. "Stauton !" she cried, go'tDg to the door, where he was busy putting things in marching order. •"'ls thero a horse here ?" "Yes, ma'am, a couple." "Then saddle the swiftest for me. I am going out for a ride." "But, ma'am, the captain said—" "No matter what , the captain said, I must have the horse at once." "I have no lady's saddle." "No matter; a saddle of any kind will do." "But, madam-——!" Stamping her little foot. "Look yonder!" And she pointed to the north-east. "A heavy Rebel force is coming unexpectedly, upon our .troops. With a swift horse I can reach my hus band's column and give the alarm in time to circumvent them. Now do my bidding at once!" I Stanton in fear and wonder obeyed;; and when he led forth the high mettled steed Lucy appeared iD a regular military ! suit of her husband's, with her curls so nicely stowed away beneath the close fit-, tiug cap, that the man in waiting could scarcely believe the boyish looking soldier j before him was no other than the cap tain's wife. "Shall I not accompany you, madam V* he asked, as she sprang lightly into the, saddle. "I want no retainers, Stanton; stay where you are, and follow the captain's orders." Lucy did not wait for him to finish the j sentence, but putting spurs to her steed, took the route her husband had taken,; and was, after an hour's fatiguing ride, in full view of the battle. She paused but a few moments and looked back. The enemy were advancing rapidly. She looked before at tbe conteodiog armies. Shells shrieked past, and the force of the artillery caused the very ground to trem ble beneath her feet. Her steed curved his proud neck and pawed the ground, impatient to proceed. She gave him the rein, for she saw where the dense volume of smoke was slowly rising, the form of Edward. At all events it was a cavalry company, and she dashed boldly forward. Nearly deafened by the roar of artillery, and stifled by the smoke, she still kept on, until having reached Kilpatrick's divirioD, she was dismounted by the stumbling of her horse. "Will you put me on the way to Cap tain Burnett's company?" she asked. "To the left," replied the soldier ad dressed, "but it is impossible for you to reach him." "I must see him or die in the attempt," she cried. And she did see him, leading on his brave but tbiDned company into the conflict. She called him once, twice, thrice, ere he heeded her, and then gave her but a passing glance. "The enemy are coming in large force from the west. Make haste and they may be taken in the gorge; tarry till they reach tbe brow of the bill and the day is lost to you." Her voice must have been strangely altered, for her husband did not recognize it. He left his company in charge of his first lieutenant, sought. Ivilpatrick, and in a few minutes, with his own company and reserve corps, was soon gallopiDg off in the direction pointed out by his own brave little wife. "He did not recognize me, and it is well. It might have deterred him from going," she said to herself, yet a dizzy sensation crept over her when she looked upon the wounded, the dead and dyiog who lay in masses about her. She thought she heard a groan ; she lis tened; yes she was not mistaken; half buried among the slain was a form famil iar to ber. She removed, as well as she was able, the weight that oppressed him, and asked if he was hurt much. The soldier addressed turned his face toward her with a groan, sayiug, "I feel very faint and thirsty. In the name of Heaven give me a drink of water, and I. shall die easy." It was a terrible task that the captain's wife imposed upon herself—that of un strapping and opeomg the knapsack of the dead. Several times a mist came before her eyes, as the ghastly upturned faces of the dead inet her view ; but well was she repaid when she returned and placed a canteen to his lips. She seated herself, raised his head to her lap, and with her own handkerchief sought to staunch the wound in his tem ple. A moment after and her arm drop- 1 ped powerless by her side; she felt a sharp cuttiog pain about her elbow, then she sank insensible by the side of the, poor soldier, who was too weak to render her any assistance; Dor did she recover her consciousness again until the heavy tramp of soldiery announced the return of Captain Burnett and his corps, who had succeeded in totally routing the enemy. When they reached the point from whence they had started, Ivilpatrick and his forces were in possession of the field. The enemy leaving their field pieces behind them and flying in all directions. "How did you get information of the approach of the rebs ?" asked Ivilpatrick after having congratulated Burnett on his success. "That is just what I have been trying to make out myself General," replied Burnett. "As near as I could discern through the smoke, it was a boyish face and figure in a captain's uniform. Suddenly ho paused; for his eye fell on the pallid face of one of his own loved sol diers, and beside him—great Heaven! could he believe his eyes I—the drooping figure of his own wife, his Lucy, ber Jong golden tresses, escaped from the cap, falling like a suDsbine about her, were dabblbd in blood—a sacred baptism of tbe good deed she had that day doDC. Never had Edward Burnett's check paled so before the enemy, as when be raised his wounded wife in his arms, and j turning to Kilpatrick he said : "General, the mystery is solved. This is the boy captain who warned mc of the approach ing rebel force. "And the boy captain has won for you a colonelcy, and for herself lasting fame, and the thanks of all the true hearted Unionists," replied the General. And being as gallant as he is bravo, it is said, though I will not vouch fcr the truth, that be gave the fair lady, at parting, a kiss on either cheek, as a token of his just appreciation of her courage. Lucy was placed in an ambulance, and with the soldier she had saved from death, borne to the camp where both with care and good nursing soon became conva lescent. Edward Burnett is still in the service of his country. Step by step he is as cending the ladder of fame, winning for himself laurels which shall neither wither nor decay. Speech of a Converted Rebel. At a meeting of Southern men in Memphis, recently, Colonel Grace, of Arkansas, spoke as follows : FELLOW CITIZENS : I am the man who drew up the ordinance of Secession in the Legislature of Arkansas. 1 have been in the field fighting against the Union for nearly four years, but now I am a conquered and whipped man.— [Laugter.] As I was gallant iu going out to fight, I now propose to be gallant at surrendering and submitting to the arms of the Government that we cannot whip. [Laughter ] I have no contempt for Fed eral authority now, if I ever had. Ido not think there is a manly bosom in the South but that has higher respect for Nerthern gallantry than when we went into the fight. There may be some men iu the North who may think that the South had a hand in the death of our lamented President, but I know that the people of the South mourn over his death, and feel that they have lost a friend. The North have maintained this conflict nobly, aud the South have nothing to be asham ed of. lam proud of the South—there is something in Ihe very atmosphere that makes men great. So, I say that the South is not an insignificant people ; and if so great a people as they are cannot whip the world, who cannot come to the inevitable conclusion that the North is greater? [Laughter.] And lam not to stultify myself by saying that I have been whipped by somebody. Now it is our duty to respect and go back to this great national church —repent, get abso lution, and be baptized afresh. [Laugh ter.] I know we will receive honorable and just terms. When I had an inter view with the President, his heart seemed to be overflowing with love toward the Southern people. We first went out of the Union and threw down the gage of battle, and the North picked it up; we fired the first gun and took the first fort —Fort Sumter—which was taken back a few days ago. [Laughter.] The North seemed to be unwilling to fight; they did uot think we would fight, aud so we thought of them, but, to our sorrow, we have found out different; they seemed to spring up like mushrooms from ali parts of the earth. Before this war I never saw a Federal officer hardly. I never felt the slightest oppression of the Fed eral Government; in fact I never thought we had one until 1 went out to fight, and then I found we did have a Government, Sherman on tire Hcrsc. The following letter, dated Augusta, i Ga., Sept. 14, 1804, furnishes a humor ous illustration of camp characteristics: Rev. , Confederate Army ; DEAR SIR: —Your letter of September I4th is received. I approach a question involving a "horse," with deference to the laws of war.* That mysterious code, of which we talk so much, and know so little, is remarkably siifent on the 'horse.' Ho is a beast so tempting to the soldier, to him of the wild cavalry, the fancy ar tiilery, or the patient infantry,that L find more difficulty in recovering a worthless, spavined beast, than in paying a million of greenbacks ; so that I fear I must re duce your claim to one of finance, aud refer you to the great Board of Claims in Washington, that may reach your case by the time your grandchild becomes a great-grand father. Privately I think it was a shabby thing in the scamp of the Thirty-first Missouri who took your horse; and the colonel or his brigadier should have restored him. But I cannot undertake to make gcodthe sins of omission or commission of my own colonels, or brigadiers, much les9 these of a former gcncratiou. "When this cruel war is over," and peaco once more gives you a parish, I will premise, if near you, to procure out of one of Uncle Sam's cor rals u beast that will replace the one taken from you so wrongfully : but now it is impossible. We have a big journey before us, aud need all we have, and, I fear, more too; so look out when tho Yanks are about, and hide your beasts, for my opinion is that soldiers are very careless in a search for title. I know that Gen. Hardee will confirm this,my advice. "With great resepect yourß truly. W. T. SHERMAN. Maj.Gcn. The following is the verdict of a negro jury ;—We, de undersigned, bein a kor oner's jury to sit on de body ob de nicrger Sambo, now dead and gone afore us, Lab been sitten on do said nigger aforesaid,did on de night ob de fusteenta ob November, come to def by falling from de bridge ober de riber in de said riber, whar we find he was subsequently drown, and arterwards washed on de riber side, whar we s'pose he was froze to def. Jcsh Billings says : God save the pliools and dont let them run out, for if wasn't for thorn wize men couldn't git a livin'. TERMS,--$1.50 PER ANNUM. Wendell Phillips. From an address delivered by this gen tleman in Tremont Temple, Boston, wo make a few extracts : "And what of him in whose precious blood this momentous lesson is writ ? He sleeps in the blessings of the poor whose fetters God commissioned him to break. Give prayers and tears to the desolate widow and the fatherless, but count him blessed far above the crowd of his fellow men. [Fervent cries of amen !] He was permitted himself to deal the last Btag. 'gering blow which sent rebellion reeling to its grave; and then, holding his dar ling boy by the hand, to walk the streets of its surrendered capital, while his ears drank in praise and thanksgiving which bore his name to the throne of- God in every form piety and gratitude could invent, and then to seal the sure triumph of the cause he loved with his own blood. He caught the first notes of the coming jubilee and heard his own name in every toDe. Who among living men may not envy him? Suppose that when, a boy, 1 he floated on the slow current of the Mis sissippi, idly gazing at the slave upon its banks, some angel had lifted the curtain, and shown him that in the prime of his manhood he should nee this proud em pire rocked to its foundation in its effort to break those chains, should himself marshal the frosts of the Almighty in tho grandest and holiest war that Christen dom ever knew, and deal, with half re luctant hand, that thunderbolt of justice which would smite the foul system to tho dust —then die, leaving a name immortal in the sturdy pride of one race and the undying gratitude of another—would any | credulity, however sanguine, any enthu siasm, however fervid, have enabled him to believe it ? Fortunate man ! He has lived to do it! (Applause.) God has ; graciously withheld him from any fatal misstep in the moment when his star touched its zenith, and the nation needed a sterner hand for the work God gives it to do. How Kapoleou Treated an Artist. About this time David painted for the j EDghsh Marquis of Douglas a stauding portrait of Napoleon, of the size of lite. . lie was accustomed to paint the imperial features without requiring Napoleon's personal attendance. The emperor, i therefore, knew nothing of this portrait, : until it was brought, one day, to the Tu illeries for his inspection. It represented his majesty in his cabinet, as he had risen from his desk, after a night speut in writing, a circumstance indicated by cau : dies burning in their sockets. Those who had seen it, considered it, as far as the features were ooucerued, the most perfect resemblance that had yet been obtained. Napoleon was delighted with it, and eagerly complimented David. "Still," said .he, "I think you have made my eyes rather too weary. This is wrong, for working at night does not fatigue me; on the contrary, it rests me. I am never so fresh in the morning, ss when I have dispensed with sleep. Who is this portrait for ? Who ordered it ? It was cot I, was it ?" ."No, sire, it was intended for the Mar quis of Douglas." "What, David?" said the emperor, scowling, "is it to be given to an Eng lishman ?" "Sire, he is one of your Majesty's greatest admirers, and is, perhaps, the most sincere living appreciator of French artists." "Next to me," replied Napoleon, tartly. After a momeDt ho added — "David, I desire the portrait. I say I will give you thirty thousand francs for it." ; • "Your Majesty, I cannot change its destination," said David, indicating by a descriptive gesture, that he had already been paid. "David," exclaimed Napoleon, "this portrait shall not be sent to England ; do you hear? I will return your marquis his money." "Surely your Majesty would not dis honor me," stammered the artist, at the same time noticing that the emperor, hav ing exhausted persuasion, was preparing for active interference. "No, certainly ; but what I will not do, either, is to allow the enemies of France to possess me on canvas." So saying, he directed a sturdy kick at the painting,and the imperial foot passed directly through it. Without a word, he quitted the apartment, leaving a wonder stricken audience behind him. David had his picture carried to his studio, and subsequently mended and restored it, and forwarded it to its owner. It is likely that the merit of tho portrait, as a work of art and as a likenes, is DOW somewhat lost in the superior attractions of the patched rent, and that its value is considerably greater as a memento of his Majesty's wrath than a specimen of the ski I .'. of the artist in ordinary.— Goodrich's Court oj Napoleon,