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ON THE DEATH OF LE.W HILL. I BY M. KING. I following verses were witten on ■ the death of Lewis Hill, of this place, who died from the effects of wounds re- , ceived at the battle of Champion Hills.— 1 ■He was a member of Company K, Ele. , venth Indiana Zouaves.] I Lew! the gallant Lew has left its, And our hearts are sad and sore; We will sadly miss s his jwesence, For his face we ll see no more. Ana his comrades they will miss him, : For they lov’d the gallant Lew! Loved him for his deeds of kindness; lie was brave and geneioustoo. j/ ' i Yes! thi'v'llmiss hyn ftoniamoug them| j When lhe midnight beat they tread,! And th’eir hearts will swell with anguish ‘ When they hear that he is’dead. None knyw him but to love him— I I r>S .tHJM 7< We tnourn his early doom; Our help la are filled wjlh sadness) i f His death has cast a glOorii. aoJsitam'f • - - I j Which naught but time can soften, Yet memory loves to dwell— ; Os his deeds of kindness Ilia comrades love to tell. In him the father lost 4 jon, A hero tried and true; ' He died for glorious freedom, The brave, true hearted Lew. * Then mourn not stricken father, That thy brave boy is dead; The joys of Heaven—eternal— Shall crown the soldier’s head. ’! f Ji. I /’ / t f f I He has passed from a woiid of sorrow; He has entereiFa land of icst; He dwells among the angels, His home is among the blest. ,7331*8 fs'ufnxrlGO ,CT* .oTI I ; He has gone to a world of glory, The Savior’s praise to swell; | He has ioined a loving Mother, Farewell, biave Lew, Farewell. A black baby is a case of great cry and little wool. - Reflection should precede writing and follow reading —• hi a—■ m — Smacks are a very common craft upon the sea of’lov’e. - If we mistrust tears, it is because a co- ' quette weeps. 'Ve use riches as children use toys—to amuse us till we fall asleep. — ... — ... Whenever yon feel inclined to cry, just ’ change your mind and laugh, I’. - . — Human life is a bubble, often pricked : in these times with the bayonet. We cannot think to highly of our naIturc, nor too humbly of ourselves. i If thou art a master, be sometimes| blind; if a servant, sometimes deaf. f Perhaps Hymen isn’t half is pretty as Cupid, but he is ipiite as respectable. Young men are -often gay deceivers; o!d ones are sometimes gray deceivers. >kX kIII 11 1 v f* If, J r. 1 I It is as difficult to know the qualities of tlie heart as it is easy to know those of the head. The longest day is the one. before your wedding: the shortest the one before your hanging. I ° Love is a school in which a young man and a young woman are both teachers. and both pupils. — I My The girl who lets her beautiful yellow tresses fall over your shoulders encirles you with a shower of gold. 1 M - An Irishman is generally twice witty’ first with his own wiL then with the wit which was attributed to him. — ■„ cultivating the beautiful the seeds of heavenly tlowers; good, we foster those already belonging to hnmanify.

‘Our Country’s Good shall ever be our Afm—Willing to Praise and not afraid th Blame.”

DECATUR, ADAMS COUNTV, INDIANA, AUG. 1,1863.

MAUDE ASHTON 1 will come ngain to. morrow, Mr. Winner; I have no time Co spare now.” ’ The lips of the artist, Henry Winner Wreathed into a scornful smile, as the' proud and haughty woman retired from his studio. Long after the green-baize (loot had hidden the haughty face of Maude Ashton from -he artist’s view he (stood gazing into the direction she had taken seeming spell bound. Suddenly • he started and with a look of despair, ’ i gazed around his studio. No one to have beheld him then, would hale known the smiling artist of an hour i previous. The enchantress had vanished and the stern reality of his position ; forced itself upon his mind. l Msifide Aaktotr vSas the daughter of a! i million-aire, an heiress in her own right, 1 and Harry Winner was a young aspirant; lor fame striving with brush and canvas ito win the goddess, Fortune. : I. Spite <>f the vast difference in their (position the heart of the artist had allowed itself to beCeme entangled in wild hopes at times glowing and beautiful, anon sorrowlgl and despondent. No J i wonijer Harry war entranced bv lhei 'heiress: >t was impossible to gaze on the’ 1 (face of Maude Ashton and not bow be ! lore its strange, thrilling beauty. Beau I tiful it was, eyes whose dazzling bright ness caused the heart to leap even at a i single glance complexion, rich in bkauty jas the first tints of Aurora as she gilds the eastern skv but upon that’ face of f beauty was seated a look of bitter coldness. freezing even at lhe same period lit awoke the heartto a glow. For nearly two weeks the prou ! beauty liad been sitting for her portrait to the artist anil duimg that, period llai ner hiid lived a hie of unheard of hnppiness and miserable despair. Slowly the ar’ist reseated himself at his canvas and the beau’.iiul face before him. Does she love me,’ mused tn ; alas! I ; fear not At times I fancy the glances of those lustrous eves have a tenderness, is they are bent on me but as I address . her those lips utter words that chill my ; lie >rt. Does love me? I ton but a poor artist and she—l cannot boar to gaze on I tlie vast gulf between us. And yet love will creep j n tot the heart of the rich maidi en. as well as into the heart of the poor artist. But that’ chilling freezing voice. “No!” he cried, casting aside palette , and brush and started to his feet, “she reads my veary heart and scorns me, the humble artist—l am a fool to allow myself to be earned away by these feelings ’ l Upon the morrow, spite of his resolution to the contrary, Harry anxiously watched the U.orus pass, and, when the j stately and wellknown tread of Maude I was heard upon the stairs his cheek flushed with wild pleasure, and ere the hour was passed he found himself a thousand times confident of her love. And did not the heart ol Maude Ash- ’ ton fee’ an answering thrill? The handI some painter had found a resting place in lhe heart of the heiress a heart which ; never before had allowed itself to give ! way to such feelings. The picture was finished, and it no ’ longer became nee ssary for Maude to i visit the studio u( the artist. In vain Harrv stroves to rouse himself from the : lethargy which had fallen upon him his ; pictures lav around tinfini hed, his brush i was but seldom used with the presence iof his enchantress his erudition had departed. Thus weeks passed, and lhe ■ wild love still remained, but it was gradually becoming hopeless. One bright snnsliiney afternoon Harry Winner happened to stroll into the gallery of a widely known artist. To his surprise but nevertheless pleasure he i encountered Maude. She greeted the artist with a bow cold and formal yet in a few moments the pair were deeply engrossed in conversation. It was only when Maude found herself ' an object of aslonishnient by addressing her conversation to an humble artist that she recalled herself. Harry Winner saw it all saw her sudden coldness and his sensitive heart comprehended it all. She had given him an invitation to visit her at home but he now scorned her offer, for he full well knew her proud spirit. In his lonely room he thoroughly examined liis bleeding heart, and resolved ; fotevgr, to cast forth, the wealthy Maude. How firm he was in liis resolution we may judge by finding him the next afternoon, by the side, of Maude Ashton, in her, sumptuous and luxurious home. I “Mist Ashton, there is one question which I would like answered. Will you answer truly?” “With pleasure, Mr. Winner.’ “Is your hand reserved, or is it entirely frt'e?” Truly a strange question and yet on that I can freely answer. The msn is not living who has a claim to tbe hand of Maule Ashton.’

The artist moved still nearer and, in a low voice, continued'. “Miss Ashton — Maude—lor weeks I have lived a life of agony. Until your beautiful presence greeted me, I have uol known aught of love. With you ’ came a new life. Only in your presence ( was I happy away from you 1 was miserable. I have endeavored to conquer this wild, I may say, hopeless love but: .in vain. I love you, Maude with’ Imy whole, heart. Is that love, return■( i ed?” The form of the heiress trembled, : , and she endeavored to give utterance jto words wildly at variance with her feel- ' iogs. *»a V.'u jwr bwarsHob 4 “Speak! tell me is my love returned? You tremble- Can if Be possible that my I dreams are realized?” The artist’s anp encircjeff the form of j trembling beauty and lhe haughty head i slowly sank upon bis shoulder. Il was a i moment of bliss to- harry and he drew, her form still nearer and impressed one I kiss of fervent love on her brow, j The kiss recalled Maude Ashton back 'to life. She sprang from ins arms, and ; the uyxt moment the wild torrent of her I heart was still,’ and once more she be-( came the heiress again 1 “.»»»•. “Mr. Winner you are beside yourself i to thus address IU«-’ “But my love—’ "No fn»re. ftenjeber our positions.” Chilled to lhe heart by this sudden ( check, Harry Winner arose and, standing before lhe Imiress. said: ’■'frue. f had forgotten that. You are riefi, tin heiress, and look with scorn up- 1 on the humble. Came I with gold and jewels fafr lady you would not scora my suit.” M aude’s eyes flashed as she replied: I “And, sir, you,,pave, not gold, and ' jewels, you must, forsooth resign your suit ” l ! "Then yoq admit that you love me?’ , "No,” trembled upon the lips of lhe proud, beamy,, but the word came hot. I e “You hesitate. Ymi love ,me, ayte!” | he t xclaimed, fiercely,, “you x V>ve me!, ; that moment ol bliss convinced me of i that.” The cheek of Mau le Ashtun paled, and her hands were clasped. : ; "For heaven’s xake.’ r *he stanameTea. ; divulge not that one weakness. Promise me I” “Have no fear, Maude, I will not re-, veal it.” “Swear it and I will believe you!’ “On one condition. Promise me that I you will not marry for Iwo years. If in that time, I do noi return with gold and ' jewels you are free.” “Anything I will promise anything,” I ; gasped Maude. “Then I solemnly swear never to re , veal augvt, of to-night. Farewell. If I return, not in two, years, you are| free.” With a stately tread Henry Winner crossed the parlor and left the Cckle woman who could not allow her heart to go where gold was nut, to her own thoughts. A storm of mingled shame and indig- ; nation raged in the heart of the heiress, as she sat, ailvr Harry’s departure, with hamls clasped. For once Maude Ashton had revealeQ her hear, and she felt bum bled at her own silent declaration ol her love for one whom she considered so far beneath her. She loved the artist; it was useless to deny it; but, until he could bring wealth to lay al her feet she could not give heed to his suit. The n*xt steamer that left the port of ; New York bore among its many pass- , ! engers Harry Winner who left the shores of his native lan I to gather wealth in lands far o’er the blue sea.” '! — Time passed on and Maude Ashton still reigned tbe bell of the “town.' 1 She was still the same haughty proud woman as in days gene by. In vain the fortunehunters sod exiled counts assailed her heart; she remained as cold and distant as ever. Men proeounced her heartless women called her proud yet all bowed to her superior endowments and brilliant beauty. ; Suddenly a change came over her heart, and it was rumored amor.g the fashionable” that Maude Ashton was I betrothed to the wealthy Englishman, i George Reynolds. Ail rumors were at length verified by Uio appearance of cards announcing the mariiage of the heiress and the Englishman. Had George Reynolds won the heart of Maude? No. Fate had given the feel-1 iogs to the poor, wandering artist but the wealth of the rich lord had gained her hand. Despite her sacred promise ts ; two yetrf, Maude had betrothed herself I to another ahd was forever lost ro Harry Winner The marriage ceremony was performed and the reception took place in a style of unexampled splendor, and the wealthy couple departed oh a brief sojourn in ' Europe. ■!

People congratulated them on their 1 ! happv choice, envied Uiem their happi > ness. Little did , they know tfie bitteri nsgs of Maude’s heart when they termed ( f 1 her happy Nightly and daily the pale,; ' despairing face of Harry Winner wao be::) 1 fore her eyes his reproaches ever ring-, ipg in her ears and, more than all, the : I betrayal of her sacred promise was ever . s 1 feeding on her heart. Three years passed on and yet at i Maude’s request, George Reynolds liu-.< gervd in Europe. One calm, summer afternoon Maude ( and her husband stood gazing down into | ( a lonely vajley tjie s,oil melting < i skies of Italy. Their attention was at- j {tracked to a lovely paljce standing by the , i side of the silvery river and they both i ; uttered exclamations < I admiration. Slowly proceeding down the valley I they were saluted by a female voiqe.Jn a , ’ , beaulilul cottage,.caroling forth a sweet , i song. They involuntary paused and | ' meanwhile tbe cheek of Maude . , blanched ashly wfiitc for it was a song < she had often heard Harry Winner hum , during tbe silting for her portrait. I A Hood of recollection tbrojiged j heart; and she gazed around expecting , each giomenl jo tee her artist lover com i ing forth to nvet her. Suddenly her, 'vies reeled un a little mound, ami t>h theft small iieadbuyi d she read, “Harrv Win ~ t ner,” With a moan nf anguish she! j sank back, and lor a brief period was lost ’ rtb lite. •• -St owob a*»T1 When she returned to consciyu.sm-ss , , 1 she found herself in the jitlle cottage, ber .j 1 husband bending over her in Under soiicr j, litudewhile by his side stood a y oung ( , 1 Italian ueasant girl. I “Thauk God you,, have recovered,” , was the exclamation, qj George, as he , !beheld, his wile’s eyes,, slowly, un ; .Tfvvq tad,' riJiw |m la “Retire was Maude’s reply, ’’retire at; dnee.” n Br ■ ’*But, dearest you are not liiDy reccrvcred ft’U bong »• a tn .1 A proud gesture of the hand was the . only'answer and George aiiently retired i from the appertmetu. i "Ocme hither, girl.” sai l Maude in | quick eager tones so the peasant girlp ! “know yow aiiglrt es yonder grave?’ j A shade of sadness passed over lh« j maiden’s fare as she answered, in her , i sweet, musical voice: ; “1 know its history and it is a sad one signora.' “Beat yourself here and tell roe all 1 “The maiden obeyed, and having, seated herself by the coach, she coini menced: ’ “It is now some three years since a I young and handsome stranger came at , evening to this cottage. He said he was an artist, and craved the boon of remain- J ling here for a few week. His wish wa.s» I granted and day niter day he busied himself with bis pictures. My father carried them to Florence ami received large sums of gold for them. On his return he : gave the gold to the artist, who care- , fully hoarded it. He was always cheerful, but applied himself diligently to his paintings. At length he began to fail under his close attention to his study and I b< sought him to lay aside his brush lor i a while.” No, Viola,’ said he with a sad smile, “there is a ladv in ft distant land who has promised to become my bride, when I am rich, and I must work.’ “One evening Harry Winner the artist shall I summon assistance?’ “No! No!’gasped Maude. “Good, in mercy’s name, go or..’ “One evening my father brought him papers He eagerly opened them; and, , suddenly with a low moan sank inscu- j sible. From that moment he was a changed being. The gold he had beeu accumulating he gave to bather Paul’ our village padre lor the poor and henceforth his brush was idle. He gradually sank and one summer evening, just such as this, as I sat by his couch he told me that lady he loved had proven false. That night he died. We made Lets grave just yonder in that little grove.' During this recital Maude bad never moved, eave al the mention of her lover's name- At its couclusion she sank back, with a low moan, and clasped her hands in speechless agony. The maiden terrrified at her appearance, arise, and was about to summon nssisliince, when, with an almost superhuman effort, Maude recovered hsrsel*. “Stay,’ she murmured. “Uid he leave no token?’ “He did. Just an hour previous to ; his death he gave me it note, saying: “Viola, should chance ever throw you in the path of Maude Ashton, give her this. ■■ ~ “Give it me!, exclaimed Maude, starting to her feel, give it me, I am that Maude. ’ The peasant shrank back, terrified at the starting change in the lady’s appearance, and trembling -drew forth the tiny I,note, which slio passel to Maude.

Maude, slowly unfolded tbe note and. read. j[f. “Maude, though you are faithless, I jprglye you. HARRY.’ (hi-c fuily folding it snd placing it in her ImsnOi. she turned to ihu. maiden: “You will tell my bu-band I wish tq be alone t.i-night.- You .'nay retire,’ she said. That night while the other inmates of the cottage wer* sleeping peaceably, a while robed figure stole to the grave of the dead arli.st, The following morning no trace of the beaiitiful Maude could btfdound. Her husband,’ totally ignorant of the connection ol the artist, searched in vain and finally retuinvd to England, where, after the laps of a few years, he again married . Within a few miles of lhe cottage, where dwells Viola, and where Harry Winner .-deeps tie jieacefnl sleep of death stands a large convent; in one of its cells there nightly knetls a nun, who, witn many a sigh, tells over her beads. No one. not even her must intimate friends, would recognize in the pale and ghastly features the face of the once beautiful Maude Ashton. Yet the kneeling nun, sister Ursula, and the wealthy heiress, are one and the same person Here, with but the stony walls to heed her sighs the x>nce h>velv Mamie Ashton nightly prays for pardon. In a Devilivh Tight Place. We have some men in this city who are constantly lading otjl against their neighbors as being “iraitors.’ “secesh isympalhizets,’ “copperheads, ’ '‘buttermils,’ yet. ffiesd men, when applied ip last fall’ to donate money to raise our quota of troops, either gave grudgingly or fniseHv < r nothing nt all. Fheir patritoti'-m is on the surface if rebellion i could be put down l.y gas, they 'd put it down. We heard one of these fellows—the other day—who hangs on to hw shinplesters like grim death to ft dead’ free A merieen ot African desen’,’ strike bis ■ breast and boast of what he could do, ! had done and would do—A look at lhe '• record shows that lie donated about teu ftloilars to the bouutv fund when Democrats whom he stvles “traitors, gave • their SfiA's an i• ftfCOtes lbs vaporing • i-minds Us of an anecdote we recently I saw in a paper. It is nboul as follows; '[’here is a fine equestrian statue of Washington, in Union Square New York 1 City. L was placed there by private ' subcription on the part of wealthy per'sons in that vicinity,—At the corner of Broadway and—- lhe street there lives a (close-fisted millionaire, whom we call Judge Doe. Gen H , who was the active man in soliciting the subscription aforesaid, called upon Judge Doe to put ; his name down for five hundred dollars. “Five hundred dollars!’ exclaimed the Judge, why mv dear sir, it’s preposterous it wont pav of what service to me will such a statute ever be? The General of course went into a highly pairioiic and exceedingly eloquent argument iu behalf ot lhe subscription; but all in vain A' last the Judge arose, and after pronouncing an eq-ally eloquent eulogium on Washington he excb lined: Washington! Washington!’ laying his hand aver bis heart, “I have no need of any statute to Washington for 1 always have and ever will carry him here!’ (Striking his breast) • Wei), Judge, aaid the solictor ol the subscription, “I have noieasonto doubt what you say, only it seems to me that if you do curry Washingten there you've got him in a devilish tight place!’ — ' [Seueca Advertiser. Being Surety.—ls nnv desire thee to he his surety give him apart of what thou hast to spare; if he press theo farther, he is not thy friend at all for frendsliip rather chooseth harm to.itse’f than (offejeth it. If thou be bound for a stranger, thou art a fool if for a merchant, thou puttest tliy estate to learn to swim; if fur a lawyer, be will find an evasion by a syllable or word to abuse thee; if (or a poor man, thou must pay it thyself if for a rich mar. lie needs it not; therefore from suretyship, as from a marsfoyer or enchanter, bless thyself; for the best profit and return will be this — that if thou force him for Whom thou :.?t bound ;to pay it, he will become they enemy; if j thou use to pay it thyself liiou wilt become a beggar. Melancholy Family Coincidences.— The death of Major McCook furnishes some m< lancholy coincidences in the I history of his family in connection with the war. His youngest son, Charles, was killed at the first battle of Bull Run, on the 21st dav of July: 1861; his con. Colonel Kobbert McCook, was killed ou the 21st dav of July, 1862, and tbe iuiner was ui;nse]f killed on the 21st day of July, 1863.

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