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P)eS(cS to ie Ptrtj'i trbltrary wj,
W fellow TrHih wkere'ershe lends Ibc wx.'
The Cumberland Prcsbyterianshave
just finished their new Church that
is, the building, but the upper story
liccds inside w ork. The Methodists
have been repairing their church, so
have the Baptists. They all, we sus
pect, need money. Our heart is wil
ling, but unable, to assist, unless they
choose to accept a proposition we will
make, ttud which we otter from the
purest impulse. Whenever we have
keen able wcVo given to whatever
worthy object we thought needed as
sistance, and will now give $30 to
each Church on tho following condi
tion. ;
Whenever tho Presbyterians obtain
35 subscribers for us at 2 in advance,
we will allow them to retain the mon
ey, every cent. So with the Method
ists. 8a with the Jjaptists. We will
furnish the paper lor nothing, though
the actual cost to us will be over $."0:
besides our trouble of printing off the
papers, enveloping and backing them.
Now, this is a fair a kind proposal,
and we will keep this offer stan ling
three weeks. If not accepted, we
will feel thr.t it is kindness spurned.
Only 25 suberibers for each Church
rto get. The Journal is a good paper,
.and if some energetic person would
.take the matter in hand the number
will soou beprocured. Of course the
subribersiiiust bo those who have nev
er taken the paper before and are not
subscribers now,
December Hh.
Wrltt.u for the Winchester Kama Journal.
My Isabel is beautiful,
Her eyes are li( with splendor,
Jlor waist is like the young gazelle's
So fairy like and slender.
The chains of love that bind us now
Nothing can here sevft,
I shall adore and idolize
My Isabel forever.
Ofl havo I heard of angels, who
Were lo us mortals given,
And Isabel in one who strayed
Away from bliss and heaven.
She is so pure and beautiful
The angels can but chooso her,
.And day by day I fear thai we
May chance perhaps to lose her.
My love is not that moon-lit love
Which romance lights and kindles,
Which burns to day with brilliant flamo
And then to-morrow dwindles.
Oh! no, the lovo which in me dwells,
Nothing can here sever,
I shall adore and idolize
My Isabel lorevcr.
Baltimorc, Mo.
.Written lur the Winchester Hume Jouriul.
It is evening. The sun is sinking
n the crimson and purple west, while '
its last lingering rays kindle sylvan
' scenery, to every imaginable tint, yet,
, itilltoone fair being the beauties of
aky and and foliage pass .unheeded.
A youg girl is pacing up and down the
.path before the cottage door. Her
.. Smart is throbbing with joyful antici-
pations, and every thought and every
'j (Jiope has for its object the loved form
,of the absent. At last a well known
.step is heard, a manly voice breaks
' .upon her ear, and throwing herself in
- her lovcr'i arms, she crieg,
J'Doar, dar Charles, you are come
Jit last."
' "My own sweet, Alice," he replies
-and then their lips meet in a holy
1 kiss.
She is now happy, from every sound
her soul drinks in peace, and from one
source it quafTs exceeding joy. He is
walking by her side, is speaking soft
in her ear, and bis hand is clasping
. her. There are long pauses in the con-
yersation, but sweet kisses fill up the
gap, and thus the hours seem but min
utes to tho lovers. The sun had sunk
entirely behind tho distant hills, and a
dim greyness is spreading on the free
of nature. The silence is becoming
more intense the birds hare ceased
their songs, even the very leaves are
till, nothing breaks the silence but
the Toice of the. lovers.
"Alice, say again you iove me."
"Why need I tell youdo you not
knoF itr
"Yes, but it is so sweet to hear the
"Well then, Charles, I love you
yen, more than life."
"My own, my beloved," says the
young man,"thnn there in a sweet long
silence but again he whispers,
"My lovo, I ennnot bear to leave
you, not even for a day; you are the
sun of my existence, but my father
will not hear of my marriage to you,
ho has chosen another."
"Your father !" exclaims the girl.
"Does ho not know all, how we met,
how we wo loved ?"
"No, it would have been madness
to have told him. Ho would havo
torn me away from you, and that 1
could not bear."
"Oh, what is to lie dune, I never
thought of that; vh:it shall we do! My
"Well, does she know our secret!"
is the quick interruption.
"1 havo no secrets from my mother.
Dut Charles, my life, my lire, what
makes you look so? You surely would
not have me deeeivit my mother."
"No no certainly not. but . "
"You aro not yourself, do tell me
"I will," and as he spnaks. ho twines
his arm around Iter slender form,
"dearest, I love you as man never lov
ed woman, but I am so situated that
I dare not breathe it to any but you,
but for you I will risk every prospect,
every hope. Come, dear Aiiee, let us
fly, everthing is prepared, and once in
New York we are sale."
She is bewildered, stunned, stupefi
ed. She can hardly believe the evi
dence of her own senses.
He continues, "once there, we shall
be united. Speak, why this silence?
Cm it be that you doubt me!"
"No, not doubt, not doubt."
"Then why delay? Often have you
swore that you loved me, now prove
it, let us fly at once."
"But my mother, my poor old moth
er, she who lives but in me, it would
kill her, 1 cannot, indeed 1 cannot."
"Then you love her more than me!"
"No, no, but she. adores me."
"Well then, it seems Alice, that you
refuse my love, that I am but second
in your affections, is this the way you
show "
"For heaven's sake, Charles, don't
talk so cruelly, you know that 1 would
suffer death lor you; oh, how shall 1
' Fly at once with me. Let not
misscalled duly hinder you. your love
must be all mine."
"You are cruel, very cruel."
"Not so, my own sweet love, it is
for our happiness. Come with me,
prove your devotion, come, I see you
"Love has conquered duty, Charles.
God knows the struggle is terrible, but
I cannot resist you. I feel that I nm
doing wrong, but I trust you. I will
go with you to the end of the world,
yen, to poverty or death," nntl as she
ended, she fell upon her lover's breast
and wept.
"My own noble Alice, we shall yet
be happy," and he clasped the yield
ing maiden to his bosom.
Oh, the trustfulness of woman
father, mother, friends and homo are
as naught, when compared with the
love of the one she adores, then curst be
who v:oii!d betray her.
One year has fled, and want; misery
legratlation and despair, has followed
in its train. Depending upon the
protestations of her lover, believing
his promises, she had eloped with him,
but he had proven false to his vows,
and now she is despairing.
In the city of New York, situated
near Broadway, there is a row of two
story houses inhabited but by the un
fortunate, and in a squalid room a wo
man is sitting engaged in sewing.
Her eyes are red with crying, and so
swollen that she can scarcely see.
She is very pale and thin, and her
hands play mechanically with her long
disarranged locks, and every action
tells of deep and bitter misery. Mem
ory is busy, and the thoughts that
crowd around her almost break her
heart; but hark I a step is sounding up
on the stair, she clasps her hands and
starts to her feet, the door opens, a
man enters. She approaches him tim
idly. "My love."
"Well, what is out now?" he replies
in harsh tones, "yon always are com
plaining lately."
"Oh, Charles, why so cruel?"
"Here, girl, that is enough of your
acting. I want to make some arrange
ments with you."
She gazes up in his face, and says ;
Oh, do, my dear, but do not speak
so harsh. I will forget the past, will
never upbraid you, if you will but
be kind to me."
"Hush your whining and hear me."
"Mercy, Charles, but do, oh, do mar.
ry me."
"Marry you?" ho repeats.
"Yes, marry me. You told me
when wo camo here you would. I
trusted you. May 1 not trust you
He is silent, not a word escapes
"I left my poor old mother to die
among strangers, I left all lor you.
CJod knows how I loved you, how 1
trusted you, I but lived in your pres
ence. My God have you deceived mef"
She falls on her knees before him,
clasps his hand nnd says.
"Speak, speak, or elso I shall go
mad. For the love of God fulfill your
promise, keep your oath, marry me."
"And be imprisioncd for bigamy."
Like a dead thing she Kills upon the
floor, while he, the betrayer, takes his
"What, is the matter?" says a gruff
No answer, but a rumbling sound
comes from her lips.
"She is drunk," says another, "let
her sleep it out."
Slotvly she recovers, but what is life
now to her? Deserted, betrayed, life
is to her but n blank, and pressing her
hands to her forehead, she rushes mad
ly out into the streets. It. is a fear
ful night, the soaking rain is driven by
the wind in the face t.f 'he luckless
pedestrian, but she heeds it noi; en,
on, she takes her her course towards
the North liver.
The city hall clock is striking the
hour of midnight. Along the wharfs
the poorbelrnved woman wauders.aiii
passion, the passion of mnduc.-s and
despair, is running riot in her face.
She gazes in the black and hissing wa
ters, and tries to thiiii-. but naught
but images ol gaunt wur and lean de
spair, rise up before her.
"Horrible, horrible," she murmurs,
"but 1 shall soon go down where there
are no dreams."
She looks down into the abyss, toss
es her arms, and a prayer arises to
her lips"
"Hopeless, defiled, an outcast, God
forgive me," and then again she gazes
upon vacancy.
"Mother, mother, I see you, I come,
Charles, my Cod, I come, 1 "
There is a bound, a rush through
the air, a flutter of a dress, a heavy
splash, a groan, and all is over. She
has gone to her Maker. Judge ye
not harshly.
IJaltimuhi:, Mo-
11 V W. J. SLAITKIl.
Cnme, col.l, blighting Winter, come,
Thou choicest season of all;
Come, and he ihuu sad anil drear
Beneath your icy pall.
Como, clad in your mantlo of white,
Anil scalier the flowers sweet,
And earth's green covering blight
Benoaih your chilling feel.
Let darkest clouds above
Shutout the sun's bright rays,
Let nuuglit iny ruuiu'ry rack
Of brighter, happier day.
Let Northern winds in sadness moan,
Let rain in lorrcnts pour,
And be thou, season, fur moro dreary
Than e'er thou hast before.
Oh como with your frost and sleet
And kindly charm my soul,
Since by iho hand of foul deceit
I've quatred from misery's bowl;
Since youthful hopes, thiiiouce so bright
Made all the future seem,
Have met too soon a chilling blight
Have lost too soon their gleum.
Winchester, Oclobor, 1858.
Bring in Love. The epoch of being
in love, notwithstanding all, is the most
agreeable in the whole course oflife.
The soul has then no craving to grati
fy. Existence is at its highest premi
um, for it is then tho farthest from in
difference. He who is in love cherish
es life, and but enjoys it the better for
little draw-backs in other affairs,
which only lighten love's relish when
we return to it. It is a better and
pleasanter thing than money-getting,
or courtship, or sullen study, or mad
ning ambition, or a thousand grasping
desires that engross us wholly without
our feeling satisfaction in their pur
suit. These are solitary objects; be
ing in love is participated with anoth
er, and therefore it is a more social
pleasure. The romantic tinge which
often colors our conduct, is an agree
able characteristic; it increases the
attraction, and confers a hallowed
charm upon tho passion. Being in
love is a restraint upon evil feelings
a situation favorable to virtue. The
love of woman is a corrective of our
perverse natures, and while its season
lasts, always mencs the heart. Let an
unbiased and discriminating octoge
narian answer what part of life he
could look back upon with the most
kindly feelings -what portion of his
departed years he most cherished in
his remembrance, and he would doubt
less answer, the timo when he was in
love. The memory of that delicious
season, its little ad ventures, its hopes,
fears and enjoyments always come
over us with a rush of pleasing warmth
a sunbeam piercing the clouds of do
parted time, nnd irradiating tor a mo
ment our tottering steps nnd gray
hairs. '
Being in love mingles us'with the
better things oflife, keeps beautiful
forms perpetually beforol the eye,
gives us pleasing dreams, elevates tho
spirits, and exults our viewp. It tem
pers our harsher dispositions with gen
tleness of beauty, and subdues' our
proudest pretensions to the govern
ment of tears and caresses of mildness
and persuasion. lie who lias never
been in lovo is n miserable blockhead
who is ignorant of tho highest joy this
tempered life possesses for mortals.
Being in love is, in f.iet, a sort of mil
leniuin far above all life's other good.
A correspondent asks: "What do
you think of Games of skill, as Chess,
Draughts, or Chequers?" Not under
standing mi eh games, our opinion may
be of little worth; but we think that
human lite is too nhe.it, its true work
too large, ami its real object too mo
mentous, lo be frittered away with
Mich tomfooleries So much for the
moral of the subject. As lo the men
tal effect of such employments, they
cei ,.,!: !' promote habits of deiiheia
tion nnd tlioii;l,i fulness, nod very im
poitniit characterise., -."'"they in this
burrv-skeiter, ncck-uMiothina ntre.
1 1 But a far higher purpose would be
attached by an equal time spent in the
demonstration of some of the problems
of Euclid, because they compel tho
mind to attention, to thought fulness,
and lo habits of legitimate deductions,
the want of which is one of the most
radical defects of modern education,
and one ol the most constant causes of
making life a failure.
As to the physical tendency of
spending hours together, bending over
the table, with that insiitlioient nnd
imperfect breathing wbich attends an
iuiereste ! mind, and one's common
sense will give I he answer, tout such
pastimes urn full of mischief, are
worse than useless. To all we say,
anil to invalids and sedentaiy people
especially, when not engaged in the
actual and serious business of life, be
out and about; sing, whisile, laugl ,
romp, run, jump, swim, row, ride, do
any thing rather than sit still with
in any four walls, or lounge on a sofa,
or doze in a eliair, or sli ei over a
dull book. Moderate and continuous
exercise in the open air is wii hout a
second as a means of bealih, both tq
the well and to the sick. Hull's Jour
nal of Health.
Christmas is the festival of the year.
Willi modern Christian nations it
takes precedence of all and every re
ligious celebration. Its blessings arc
for the old as well as for the young.
The. magnificent shows which wel
comed it, in the old h.troninl times,
have, indeed, long been disused. We
no longer see the boar's-head borne in
to the sound of violin and harp, to
grace the overloaded table. We no
longer behold the page, with the was
sail bowl, preceded by the mimic
trumpeter. We no longer hear the
shouting, the music, and the mirth of
the jester, as crowds of servitors drag
the yule log into the great hall, where
the baron and his lady stand, in state,
to welcome it. The mimes, the games,
the buffoonery, the noisy revels have
passed away. But not the less hearty
isourmodern observance of Christmas.
On the contrary, the festival is the
more appropriately kept, in whatever
it is more sedate than formerly. In
thousands of happy homes, the Christ
mas tree is raised, in thousands of
churches prayer and thanks giving go
up. All over the land, the hospitable
board, at the old homestead, is spread
for children and grandchildren. Once
more the parental roof-tree overshad
ows the reunited family, and sheds
down upon them its calm and peace
ful blessing. Alienations are forgot
ten, jealousies disappear, heart-burnings
cense to be. The genial atmos
phere of Christmas thaws out even
selfishness itself. And the angels,
who sang "peace and good-will to
on that still calm, moruii g,
eighteen centuries ago, seem even yet
to reverent minds, to usher in this,
sacred daw n. The last star is paling
before tho morning. Hark! do you
not hear seraphic voices?
In England many of the old customs
still survive. On Christmas Eve,
groups of singers rove about from
house to house, singing "Christmas.
Waits;" and are usually rewarded, al
ter the ancient fashion, with a dole.
The church bells are set merrily ring
ing. Many of the wealthy landed
proprietors still keep up the habit of
dispensing coals and blankets to the
poor, at the door of the castle or the
mansion. Children go out into the
woods, to cut holly, or look for tnisle
toe; and their mirthful laughter makes
many a silent dell vocal with gladness.
The churches are all decked out with
evergreen. As in tho United States,
gifts are exchanged between husband
and wife, parents and ohildrcit, bo.
trothed lovers, friends, sisters, and old
acquaintances. Hampers of game
are sent, from country relatives, to
cousins in tho city. The poorest in
dulge, on Christmas day, in a good
dinner. Hilarity everywhere pre
vails. On this side of the Atlantic, Christ
mas is less universally observed; in
deed, until within a few years, it was
hardly kept at all in New England,
except by tho members of the Episco
pal church; and even yet, over lurge
portions of that intelligent section, it
is regarded us of secondary impor
tance to Thanksgiving Day. But in
the middle staler it has always been
the chief festival of the year. In Vir
ginia, where so much of the old caval
ier spirit survives, Christmas has been
kept, from the era of the first settle
ment at Jamestown, with more unani
mity, perhaps, than any wdiere else in
the United Slates. As we go further
south, we lind it the national holiday,
if we may use such a phrase, for the
Anglo-African races. In Charleston,
it is welcomed, by the negroes, with
the discharge of Chinese crackers, and
all the uproar w hich distinguishes tho
Fourth of July at the North. At Ha
vana it becomes almost a Saturnalia,
or, to ("peak more strictly, an uproar
ious negro carnival.
Oh! blessings on Christmas! How
the little her.rts of children throb with
delight, as it dravs near; and how,
week after week, the dear ones ask,
"Isn't Christmas 'most here" Visions
of plum-puddings, turkeys, and . flier
delicacies, float before their imagin..
tion; they linger about the kitchen
doors, all Christmas morning, if not
at church; and when the pudding is
triumphantly taken up, ihey follow it,
shouting and dancing, wild with glee.
Ah! our mouth fairly waters at the
though'; we are a child again; wc
taste, in fancy the delicious dish, than
which nectar could not be more ex
quisite. Will we ever again enjoy
anything as we enjoy the Christmas
But the Christmas tree is the crown
ing joy for children. With what nipt
wonder they gaze on it, when it is re
vealed to them for the first lime in
their lives, with its golden fruit, its
twinkling tapers, and its loads of
tempting toys! As they grow older,
they begin to doubt the fable, which
they have been told, perhaps, of a cer
tain Kriss Kringle, who brings gifts
for good children and is the omnipres
ent architect of all Christmas trees.
They understand, now, why their pa
rents, on Christmas Eve, are so perti
nacious is shutting them out of the
room where the Christmas tree is to
appear, all glorious, to-morrow. They
peep under doors and listen on the
staircase: they even, sometimes, steal
in on the busy parents, till, at last,
there is nothing left for It, but to put
the inquisitive, excited little rebels to
bed. So to bed they go, where they
lie awake, talking of what they had
on last Christmas, and of what they
would like to get, on this; and so grad
ually fall asleep, to dream of Kriss
Kringle, to wake at daylight, and to
be filling the house, willi glad uproar,
an hour before their parents usually
rise. But who would have :i house,
at Christmas, with out children, even
though tin; little mad-caps deafen the
ears with their noisy gladness? Alas!
alas! lor the homes, where, this year,
no little feet putter about overhead, on
Christmas morning, as they did a
twelve-month ugo.
A Lawvkr's Stobv. Tom strikes
Dick over the shoulders with a rattan
as big as your little linger. A lawyer
in his indictment, would tell you the
story as follows: "And that whereas
the said Thomas, at the said place, on
the year and day aforesaid, in and up
on the body of the said Richard, a
gainst tho people of the State of Ohio,
and their dignity, did make a most vio
lent assault, and inflicted a great
nianv nnd divers blow, kicks, cuffs,
j tilUin)gl humps, contusions, gashes,
t.urt.s. wounds, damages and injures,
m nnd upon the head, neck, breast,
Linm.ich, hips, knees, shins, and heels
of. said Richard, with divers sticks
canes, poles, clubs, logs of wood,
stones, daggers, dirks, swords, pistols,
cutlasses, bludgeons, blunderbusses
and boarding pikes, then and there
held in the hands, fists, claws, and
clutches of him, the said Thomas."
The past and the future are alike
shrouded from us, the one wears ibe
widow's veil, the other the virgin
Mothers who forco their Daughters
into interested Marriage, are worse
than the Ammonites who sacriliucd
their children to Moloch the latter
undergoing a speedy death, the former
suffering years of torture, but too tre
quentlv leading to tho satno result.
Lord Rochester.
Remember, that if you marry for
neauiy, uiou ninucai tuyseii an my uio
for that perchunoo will ndither last
nor pleaso theo one year; nnd when
thou bust it, it will be to thee of no
price at all; for tho desire dioth when
it is attained, and the nlfection per
isheth when it is satisfied. Sir Wal
ter Ilnleigh.
If you wish to marry suitably, mar
ry your Equal. Quid.
Be sure you like tho parents of the
girl you are about to wed; it is almost
us essential to your future happiness
as to truly lovo tho objoot of your
That a'liance may ho said to have a
double tie, where the minds aro uni
ted as well as the body, and the union
will have all its strength, when both
the links are in perfection together.
It does not appear essential that, in
forming matrimonial alliances, there
should be on each side n parly of
wealth; hut that, m disposition and
manners, they should be alike. Chas
tity and modesty form tho best dowry
a parent can bestow. Terence.
"I've lost my heart; alas! alas!
Truth always will bo out;
I'm so perplexed 1 scarcely know
How first it came about;
'Twasnot lus handsome form and face,
Nor darkly beaming eye;
He's handsome as Aollo, but
Thai's not tho reason why.
"Ho led me down the garden Inno,
Where (lowers were bright in June
Tlio happy birds and happy brook
Seemed singing all one tunc;
1 1 u pressed iny hand and toll his love,
With many and many a sigh;
My heart was almost gone, liut still
That's not the reason why.
"Alovuly cot, with roses round,
Stands on the green hillside;
Ho .--.'id that cot .should be our home
II I ii Id be his bride;
1 whispered ;.'.' though meaning 'yes,'
Tor I fell a litilu slu ;
Bui he bought the ring and mimed thedny,
And that's the reason why."
There is a world where storms ii'iv
er intrude, a heaven of safety against
the tempests oflife, a little world of
enjoyment and love, of innocence and
tranquility. Suspicions a: e not there,
nor the venom of slander. When a man
enters it he forgets his sorrows, and
cares nnd disappointments; he opens
his heart to eonlidenee and pleasures,
not mingled with remorse. This world
is the home ol a virtuous and unliable
lirmims Ohsrcutum.. ISrown in
forms the Boston Post that of twenty
three men whom he helped to a cigar
light, or loaned a newspaper, twenty
said, " thank you, sir." Of nineteen
women to w hom he paid a courtesy
such as giving up his seat, picking up
a dropped veil, shawl, or the like, only
seven said, "Thank you," and two of
them were, "fmriners."
Snooks says that there is a marked
dilli-rciice between birds and women.
As an illustration of this, he sites the
laet ttiat a bit ot lookiii'' irlass on ft
fruit tree will frighten away every
bird that approaches it, while the
same article would attract more lair
ones than a load of cherries.
The Slaughter Which Daily Sustains
Us. When we ride, we sit upon the
skin of the pig; when we walk, wc
tread upon the skin of the bullock: we
generally wear the skin of tho kid up
on our bands, and the fleece of the
sheen upon our backs. More than half
the world aro human beings in sheep's
clothing. Wc eat tho flesh of some
creatures, of stme we drink the milk,
upon others we are dependant for tho
cultivation of the'soil; and if it is a pain
for us to suffer hunger and cold, we
should scrupulously avoid inflicting
wanton mise ry upon the animals by
which wo are warmed and fed.
To give brilliancy to the eyes, shut
them enrly at night, and open them
early in the morning, and let the mind
be constantly intent upon the acquisi
tion of useful knowledge, and the ex
ercise of benevolent feelings.
A Touching Dittv. When Seth got
home from mackcrling, he sought his
Sarah Ann, and found that she the
heartless one, had found another man.
And then most tight he got. and so he
went away, and bound himself to go
and cut live oak in Florida. PincJ
upon the live oak lands; he murmured
i:i the glades; his axe grow heavy in
bis hands, all in lha wild wood shades.
Musquitos bit bim everywhere, no
oomfort did te get, ah! how terribly
ha'd swear whenever ho'd get bit. At
hut, despairnig of relief, and wishing
bimelf dead, he went into the woods
apiece, and chopped off his own head.
Thus died poor Setb,
Number 48.
Mors Pension Frauds. The Chat
tanooga Advertiser says:
We hear that Col. Lucien Peyton,
principal clerk in the Land and Ten
sion Department at Washington, an 1
a gentleman who has become quite
generally known in these parts recent
ly, has got on the track ol some heavy
rasoalities and frauds perpetrated oa
tho Pension Department ty sorao one
or ones of Washington county, in thU
State. Wo hear the thing has been
going on for a series of years, nnd tho
execution in the way of spoils Is im
mense. The monies given upon pen
sion claims originating from Wash
ington and one other county in that
section of the State, havo exceeded
that given upon claims from nil tho
rest of the State besides. Col. Peyton,
is close upon the heels of the ' old sin
ner" and report says he has nailed
him; but as it is only a report, we give
no names. One thing is certain, that,
yearly pensions have been given for
the benefit ofian old lady in Wash
ington county, and been supposed liv
ing by the Department, but who died
in that county ten years ago, and
wdiose funeral was attended by a gen
tleman now residing in Knoxville.
A Mr. and Mrs. Brewer, Way no
county, Kentucky, havo twenty-two
children. Thcir'sis, perhaps, the most
extensive Brewery in the west.
His said that a drunkard, in stagger
ing around, met with a largo globo
lamp with letters upon it. Mistaking
it for the moon, ho said, "well, I'm
stumped if somebody haint stuck up nn
advertisement on the moon."
A gentleman in the habit of enter
taining, very often, n circle of friends,
observed that one of them was in the
habit of eating something before graco
was asked; and determining to euro
him upon a repetition of the offence.
he said: "For what we aro about to
receive, and for what James Taylor
has already received, the Lord mnko
us truly thankful." The effect may be
'If. looks well' to see that fair devo
ted daughter using all her energies to
aid her broken-down parents as the
sun of their earthly life is about to set
forever. She has shared with them
golden days of prosperity, but now
they have fled, and the stern realities
of life must be met. Sh
meets thoin with a stout heart, an "'m
thanks heaven for the assuraueeas
thy day so shall thy strength be.'
Old bachelors aro wont to console
their loneliness by such growls at wo
mankind as,
l;i7.y, If t.iH crov ginlncil, lrirull
II luii Istnii , ViiUHUin.lviiii;, tl rlilinl
A lady who has been reading law, is
in the most fearful and agonising
doubts regarding the legality of her
marital condition. Just hear what she
"Lotteries are illegal, and marriage
is the greatest lottery in life!"
Should think tho lady is about right
in moro wavs than one.
A majority of the Supreme Court
of Massachusetts have declared the
jury law of that State, which makes
juries judges of the law, in issue in
volved against the instructions of tho
Court, to be uuconstutional.
A resolution that no member shalt
be entitled to his per diem w ho shall
bo absent from his seat during the
session, without providential cause(
or leave of the Senate, was ndoted in
the Georgia Legislature, sons to apply
solely to the mover.
The London Times says that th
average duration of a ship of-war, in
a seaworthy state, built of British oak,
is only thirteen years of active service.
It takes seventy acres of ground eigh
ty years to produce the timber.
.1 Boy's ongue Fastened to a Lamp
is Father Cuts it Away. On Sat
urday morning, a little fellow, about
eight years old, a son of Mr. Gillear,
bookseller, while playing with somo
other boys on North street, approached
a lamp post and carelessly applies" his
tongue to a gray frosted surface
when in an instant, to the boy's
own horror and utter astonishment
of his playmates he was held fast by
his tongue to the post, suffering very
severe pain, and totally unable to help
or extricate In'inself. Of course thei
boy could not speak, and could only
manifest his feelings by signs with his
hands. Various applications of warm
. I .a
tea, steam, etc., were mnue Dy the
neighbors, who heard the unusual
noise made by the other boys, and
came to learn what was the matter,
but of no avail such was the action
of the cold iron that the hold was even
getting tighter. When aftrr about
ten minutes had elapsed the boy's
father heard of the aflair, and haste
ning to his relief he took a knife and
was obliged to cut the tongue loor,
leaving its skin still fust to tb post,
andoausing the blood to How profuse
ly. Immediately on his releass tb
poor little fellow becams inae""f'
and was taken home.

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