Decatur Eagle, Volume 11, Number 13, Decatur, Adams County, 5 July 1867 — Page 1

O» £uatnr (Sag it. ( *PVkUBBEX> EVERY FRIDAY, BY / -A. J. HILL, j EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.

‘OFFICE,—On Second Street, in the second etory of Dorwin & Brother’s new brick building. Terms of Subscriptton. One copy, one year, in advance, $1,50 If paid within the year, 2,00 If paid after the year has expired 2,50 fi@“Papers delivered by carrier twen-ty-five cents additional will be charged. s®"No paper will be discontinued until all arrerages are paid, except at the option of the publisher. Rates of Advertising. One column, one year, $60,00 One-half column, one *y ear, 85,00 One-fourth column, one year, 20,00 BST’Less than one-fourth column, proportional rates will be charged. ; Legal AdvertisingOne square [the space of ten lines brevier] one insertion, $2,00 Each subsequent insertion, 50 fi®“No advertisement will be epnsid•ered leas than one square; over one equare will be counted and charged as dwqj over two as three, &c. »o*Loeal notices fifteen cents a line For each insertion. fiffifßeligious and Educational Notices or Advertisements, may be contracted for at lower rates, by application at the office. ggTDeaths and Marriages published as news—free. OFFICIAL DIRECTORY? District Officers. Bon. Rob’t Lowry,Circuit Judge. T. W. Wilson, Circuit Prosecuting Att’y. Hon. J. W. Borden,.. Com. Pleas Judge. J. 8. Daily, Com. Pleas Prosecut’g Atty. County Officers. W. G. Spencer, Auditor. John McConnelClerk. Jesse Niblick, Treasurer. W. J. Adelsperger,Recorder. James Stoops Jr., .. Sheriff. Conrad Reinking, ] Jacob Sarff, >.... Commissioners. Josiah Crawford, J Town Officers. Henry B. Knoff,Clerk. D. J. Spencei,Treasurer. William Baker,Marshall. John King Jr., ) David King, • >Trustees. David Showers, J

Township Officers. Umiox.—J. H. Blakey, Trustee; E. B. Looker and George D. Hackett, Justices; ■Win. May, Assessor. Root.—John Christen, Trustee; Jacob ■Bottenberg and Henry Filling, Justices; Lyman Hart, Assessor. Preble.—John Rupright, Trustee; Abraham Mangold and John Archbold, Justices; Jacob Yeager, Assessor. Kirklaxd.—Jonathan Bowers, Trus--1«e; S. D. Beavers and James Ward, Justieas; John Hover, Assessor. Wabhiwgtox.z—John Meibers, Trustee; Jacob W. Grim and Samuel Merryman, Justices; Harlo Mann, Assessor. ' > St. Mart’s.—Edward McLeod, Trustee? 8. B-Merris, Samuel Smith and William Comer, Justices; Samuel Tecpie, Assessor. . ’ Bluecrekk.—Samuel Eley, Trustee; C. M. France and Lemuel R. Williams, Justices; Christian Coffman, Assessor. Moxr-or.—Joseph R. Miller, Trustee; Robert McClurg and D. M. Kerr, Justices; Robert E. Smith, Assessor. French.—Solomon Shull; Trustee; Lot French and Vincent D. Bell, Justices; Alonso She Mon, Assessor. Hartford. —Alexander Bolds, Trustee; Benjamin Rnnytfh and Martin Kizer, xfien.,' Justices; John Christman, Assessor. Wabash.—o. H. Hill, Trustee; Emanuel Conkle and James Nelson, Justices; David McDonald, Assessor. Jeftebsox. —Jonathan Kelly Jr., Trustee; Justus Kelly and John Fetters, Justices; Wm. Ketchum, Assessor. —— Time of Holding Courts. Circuit Court.,—On the Fourth Mond'ay in April, and the First Monday in November, of each year. Commox Pleas Court. —On the Second Monday in January, the Second Monday In May and the Second Monday in Sep- ■ Aember, of each year. Commissioners Court.—On the First Monday in March, the First Monday in June, the First Monday in September, and the First Monday in December, of each year. CHURCH DIRECTORY. ■_ "Er. Mart’s (Catholic.)—Services every Sabbath.at 8 o’clock and 10 o’clock, *A7 M. ’ SaVbath School or instruction in Otechism, at 1} o’clock, P. M.; Vespers "m 2 o’clock P. M. Rev. J. Wemhoff, -■ Pastor. .... , J ’ ; - Methodist.—Services every Sabbath, at 10} o’clock A. M. and 7 o’clock P. M. "Sabbath School at 9 o’clock A. M. Rev. D. N. Shackleford, Pastor. Presbyterian.—Services at 10} o’clcck A. M., and 7 o’clock P. M. Sab* bath School at 2 o’clock P. M. Rev. A. - B. Lowse, Pastor, DRUGS. ~ DOR WIN & BRO., -DEALERS INDrugs, Medicines, Chemicals, Toilet aud Fancy Articles, i JSpongca, Brushes and Perfumery, Coal '~ : < OUand Lamps, Patent JBed- ’ ’ • •'/' Icenes, tfc. RfBCA TUR,INDIANA, ts Physicians’ Prescriptions carefully t compounded, and orders answered with / eare and dispatch. Farmers and Physi~'t>ih.n» fi-om.tho country will find our •took of Medicines complete, warranted genuine, and »f th3 best'qnalify.

ThFDecatur Eagle.

Vol. 11.

ATTORNEYS. D. D. HELLER, -A.ttorn.ey at Law, DEOATUR, INDIANA. Will practice his profession anywhere in Indiana or Ohio. OFFICE.—With Dr. Sorg, over Spencer & Meibers’ Hardware Store. v!ons2tf. JAMES R. 8080, Attorney at Law, -ajxjto Pension & Bounty Agent, DEOATUUR, INDIANA. Draws Deeds, Mortgages and Contracts. Redeems Lands, pays Taxes, and collects Bounties and Pensions. OFFlCE—Opposite the Auditor's Office. v!on6tf. D. STUDABAKER, -Attorney at Law, A-DJID Claim At Real Estate Agent, DECATUR, INDIANA. .Will practice law in Adams and adjoining counties; secure Pensions and other claims against the Government; buy and sell Real Estate; examine titles and pay taxes, and other business per taining to Real Estate Agency. He is also a Notary Public, and is prepared to draw Deeds, Mortgages and other instruments of writing. vlOnlltf. REAL ESTATE ACE NTS. LICENSED REAL ESTATE AGENT. DEOATUR, INDIANA, lAHA ACRES of good farming ," JvfvF land, several Town Lots, and a large quantity of wild land for sale. If you want to buy a good farm or wild land he will sell it to you. If you want your land sold he will sell it for you. Fosale, no charge. v!on6tf ~ PHYSICIANS. F. A. JELLEFF, Physician and Surgeon, DEGSTUB, IJVBMJVA. OFFICE—On Second Street, over Bellman’s Store. vßnlstf. ANDREW SORG, Physician and Surgeon, DECATUR, OFFICE—On Second Street over Spencer & Meibers’ Hardware Store. vßn42tf. S. C. AYERS, M.D., —RESIDENT—OCULIST # JURIST, FORT WAYNE. INDIANA. OFFICE—No, 80 Calhoun Street. vllnOtf.

AUCTIONEER. C. M. FRANCE Would announce to the public that he is a regularly licensed auctioneer, and will attend all Public Sales, whenever requested, upon addressing him at Wilshire, Ohio. HOTELS? ~ MIESSE HOUSE, Third St., Opposite the Court Howie, DECATUR, urn., I. J, MIESSE, ::::::::::: Proprietor. This House is entirely new, neatly furnished, and is prepared to accommodate the public in the best style. Board by the day or week. vlln9tf. MONROE HOUSE. MONROEVILLE, INDIANA. L. WALKER,:::::::: Proprietor, - Thi? House is prepared to accommodate the travelling public in the best style, and at reasonable rates. nsvlltf. STEVENS HOUSE, 21. 23, 25 & 27, Broadway, NEW YORK. Opposite Bowling Green. ON THE EUROPEAN PLAN. THE- STEVENS HOUSE is well and widely known to the travelling public. The location is especially suitable to merchants and business men; it is in close proximity to the business part of the city—is on the highway of Southern and Western travel—and adjacent to all the principal Railroad and Steamboat depots. THE STEVENS HOUSE has liberal accommodation for over 300 guests —it is well furnished, and possesses every modern improvements for the oomfort and entertainment of its inmates. The rooms are spacious and well ventilated—provided with gas and water —the attendance is prompt and. respectful—and the table is generously provided with every delicacy oflhe season—at moderate rates; GEO. K. CHASE, & CO., V vlln9m6. Proprietors. BOOKBINDERY. DAVIS & BYERS, BOOK BINDERS, -ajstxj Blank Book Manufacturers, No. 25 CWAoun fit, Opposite Court House, FORT WALBJCE, IJCD. Particular attention paid te County work. Music, and old Books hound and re-bound in any style desired.

DECATUR, lISTD., FRIDAY, JULY 5, 1867.

THE WATER MILL. Listen to the water mill Through the live-long day, How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hour away. Languidly the autumn wind Stirs the grreenwood leaves; From the field the reapers sing, Binding up their sheaves. And a proverb haunts their mind As a spell is cast—- " The mill cannot grind With the water that is past." Autumn winds revive no more Leaves that once are shed; And the sickle cannot reap Corn once gathered. And the ruffled stream flows on, Tranquil, deep, and still, Never gliding back again To the Water mill. Truly speaks the proverb old, With a meaning vast—- " The mill cannot grind With the water that is past." Take the lesson to thyself, Loving heart and true! Golden years are fleeting by Youth is passing too. Learn to make the most of life, Lose no happy'day; Timo will never bring thee back Chances thrown away. Leave no tender word unsaid, Love while love shall last—- " The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.” Work while the daylight shines, Man of strength and will! Never does the streamlet glide Useless by the mill. Wait not till to-morrow's sun Beams upon the way; All that thou can’st call thine own Lives in thy "to-day.” Power, and intellect, and health May not always last—- " The mill connot grind With the water that is past.” Oh, the wasted hours of life That have drifted by! . Oh, the good that might have been, Lost without a sigh! Love that we might once have saved By a single word; Thoughts conceived, but never pen'd; Perishing unheard. Take the proverb to thine heart, Take and hold it fast—- " The mill cannot grind With the water that is past,"

A RIFT IN THE CLOUD. < How to Make Your Home Happy. BY T. S. ARTHUR. Andrew Lee came home at evening from the shop where he had worked all day, and tired, and out of spirits; came home to his wife who was also tired and out of spirits. “A smiling wife and a cheerful home what a paradise it would be! said Andrew to" himself, as he turned his eyes from the clouded face of Mrs. Lee, and sat down with knitted brows and moody aspect. Not a word was spoken by either, Mrs. Lee was getting supper and moved about with a weary step. “Come,” she said with a side glance at her husband. There was invitation in the word only, none in the voice of Mrs. Lee. Andrew arose and went to the table. He was tempted to speak an angry word, bnt controlled himself and kept silent. He could find no fault with the chop, or the sweet, home-made bread, nor the fragrant tea. They would have cheered his inward man, if there had been a gleam of sunshine on the face of his wife. He noticed that she did not eat “Are you not well, Mary ?” The words were on his lips* but he did not utter them, for the face of his wife looked so repentant that he feared an irritating reply. And so in moody silence the twain sat together until Andrew had finished his supper. As he pushed his chair back, his wife arose and commenced clearing off the table. “This is purgatory!” said Lee to himself as he commenced walking the floor of their little break-

fast room, with his hands thrust desparately away down in his trowser pockets, and his chin almost touching his breast. After removing all the dishes and taking them into the kitchen. Mrs. Lee spread a green cover on the table, and placing a freshtrimed lamp thereon, went out and shut the door after her, leaving her husband alone with his un pleasant feeling. He took a long deep breath, as she did so, paused in his walk, stood still for some moments, and then drawing a paper from his pocket, set down by the table, opened liis sheet and commenced reading. Singularly enough the words upon which his eyes rested were: “Praise your wife.” This rather tended to increase the disturbance of mind from from which he was suffering. “I should like to find one occasion for praising mine.” How quickly his thoughts expressed that ill-natured sentiment. But his eyes were upon the pfige before him, and he read on. “Praise your wife, mau; for pity’s sake give her a little encouragement. It won’t hurt her. Andrew Lee raised his eyes from the paper and muttered: “Oh Yes, that’s all very well.— Praise is cheap enough. But praise her for what? For being sullen, and making your home the most disagreeable place in the world ? His eyes fell again on the paper.

“She made your home comfortable, your hearth bright and shining, your food agreeable; for pity’s sake tell her you thank her, if nothing more. She don’t expect it; it will make her eyes open wider than they have for ten years; but it will do her good for all that, and you too.” It seemed to Andrew as if this were written jusf for him, and just for the occasion?* It was the complete answer to nis question. “Praise her for what?” and he felt it also as a .rebuke. — He* read no further for thought came too fast, and in a new direction. Memory was convicting him of injustice toward his wife She had always made his home as comfortable for him as hands could make it, and had he offered the slight return of praise or commendation ? Had he ever told her of the satisfaction he had known of the comforts experienced ? He was not able to recall the time or occasion. As he thought thus, Mrs. Lee came in from the kitchen, and taking her work-basket from a closet placed it on the table, and sitting down, without speaking began to sew. Mr. Lee glanced almost stealthily at the work in her hands and saw that it was for him that she was at work. “Praise your wife.” The words were before the eyes of his mind and he could not look away from them. But he was not ready for this yet. He still felt moody and unforgiving. The expression of his wife’s face, he interpreted to mean ill-nature he had no patience. His eyes fell upon the newspaper that lay spread out before him, and he read the sentence. “A kind, cheerful word, spoken in a gloomy home, is the little rift in the cloud that lets the sunshine through. Lee struggled with himself a while longer. His ill-nature had to be conquered first: his moody, accusing spirit had to be subdued. But he was coming right, and at last got right aS to will. Next come the question as to how he should begin. He thought of many things to say, yet feared to say them lest his wife should meet hW advances with a cold rebuff.— At last, leaning toward her and taking hold of the linen bosom upon which she was at work, he said in a voice carefully modulated with kindness: “You are doing that work very beautifully, Mary.”

Mrs. Lee made no reply, but her husband did not fail to observe that she lost almost instantly that rigid erectness with which she had been sitting, nor that the motion of her needle had ceased. “My sheets are better made, and whither than those of any other man in the shop,” said Lee encouraged to go on. “Are they ?” Mrs. Lee’s voice was low, and had in it a light business. She did not turn her face, but her husband saw that she leaned a little toward him. He had broken through the icy reserve and all was easy now. His hand was among the clouds, and a few feeble rays were already struggling through the rift it had made. “Yes, Mary.” he answered softly, “ and I’ve heard it said more than once what a good wife An. drew Lee must have.” Mrs. Lee turned her face towards her husband. There was light in it, and light in her eyes.— But there was something in the expression of the countenance that a little puzzled him. “Do you think so ?” she asked quite soberly. “What a question,” ejaculated Andrew Lee, starting up and going round to the side of the table where his wife was sitting. “What a question, Mary!” he repeated, as he stood before her. “Do you;’, It was all she said. “Yes darling,” was his warmlyspoken answer, as he stooped down and kissed her.

“How strange that you should ask me such a question.” “If you would only tell me so now and then,Andrew, it would do me good. And Mrs. Lee arose, and leaning her face against the manly breast on her husband, stood and wept, What a strange light broke in upon the mind of Andrew Lee. — He had never given to his wife even the small reward of praise for all the loving interest she had manifested daily, until doubt of his love had entered her soul and made the light around her thick darkness. No wonder that her face grew clouded, nor what he considered moodiness and ill-na-naturc took possession of her spirit. “You are good and true, Mary, my own dear wife, I am proud of you — I love you—and my first desire is for your happiness. Oh, if I could always see your face in sunshine, my home would be the dearest place on earth.” “How precious to me are your words of love and praise, Andrew said Mrs. Lee smiling up through her tears into his face. With them in my ears, my heart can never lie in the shadow.” How easy had been the work of Andrew Lee. He had swept his hand across the cloudy horizon of his home, and now the bright sunshine was streaming down, and flooding that home with joy and beauty. The Chicago Times makes a very extraordinary; and startling statement, as follows: “When a quartermaster leaves home without any money in his possession, and without property from which he can realize any, on a salary which, by the exercise of the most rigid economy, will leave him but four hundred dollars surplus at the end of a year, and returns again at the expiration of that time with several thousand dollars, it is plain to men of common sense that, if he has attended to no other than his official buisiness, and has received no legacies, he has been stealing.” Books and Women. — A. good book and a good woman are excellent things for those who know how to appreciate their value.— There arc men, however who judge of both from the beauty of the covering.

No. 13.

A Spectacle in the Streets of London, An extraordinary sight, says a correspondent, was witnessed in the principal London streets recently. Rather more than a thousand of the most miserable wretches that ever wore the garb of humanity formed a procession and marched in silence from the neighborhood of Wapping and Whitechapel to the aristocratic quarters of St James and Belgravia. There was no disturbance or excess of any kind. Every man was in rags, and every form and face bore the unmistakable marks of privation and distress. A banner or two contained inscriptions indicative of their character and their wants, and a few carried money boxes to receive any donations that might be bestowed upon them. Why, I know not, but it was not deemed worth while to prevent this demonstration on the part of the authorities, but the sight was one that did not tend to add greatly to an Englishman’s piiav. These men, it is well known, were only the representatives of a body forty times their number, for it has been ascertained that there are no less than forty thousand in the Eastern suburbs of London, not only out of employment, but reduced to the extreme of destitution, and dependent on daily charity for their morsel of bread, or cup of soup, that keeps the flame of life slight within their emaciated bodies. It is a frightful thing to contemplate, and what is to be the end of this state of things Heaven only knows.

Burying the Hatchet. We welcome all signs of returning peace and good will among fellow countrymen whom. the late war estranged and made enemies. We therefore wish we could see on a large scale a scene that met our eye at the Northern Hotel a few days ago, where a number of gentlemen, who were at one time engaged in the contest now happily over, either as staunch Union men or rebels or rebel sympathisers, had met together and were over their glasses enjoying each other’s company like life-long friends. It was particularly observable that ex-Secretary Cameron seemed much to relish the good jokes and lively rattle of that jovial ex-rebel, Mr. Jeff. Thompson. This is a change since the time when the ex-secretary was ordering rebel bridges to be burnt in Tennessee, and the ex-General was burning Union homes in Missouri. But we trust such changes will be frequent, and that while—on the question of letting • by-gones be bygones—Senator Cameron will be as catholic in the Senate as he is out of it, he will find many imitators in Congress.— St. Louis Republican.

A Center Shot. Henry Ward Beacher, in a sermon delivered in Plymouth Church recently, produced the following picture: “Men seemed ashamed of labor and often you will find men who have made themselves respected by labor, have built up a business and say; “You shall never do as I did; you shall lead a different life you shall be spared all this.” Oh these rich men’s sons. They aim to lead a life of emasculated idleness aud laziness. Like the polyp that floats useless and nasty upon the sea, all jelly, all flabby, no muscles, no bone; it shuts and opens, and opens and shuts and sucks in and squirts out again, of no earthly account, influence, or use. Such are these poor fools.— Their parents toiled and grew strong, and built up their forms of iron and bone; but denying this to their sons, they turn them upon the world boneless, muscleless, simple gristle, and soft at that. A young poet in describing Heaven sayslt is a world of bliss fenced in with prety girls.’— Where’s the man who won’t repent now.

11-e-r-e We Come. There was a wedding in a church in a village near Chicago, recently, which was attended by a crowd of people, the bride being a famous belle in this section, and the bridegroom a late army officer. There is a story about him that was revived with great effect at the wedding. He was in the western frontier service, and one day (so the story goes) he went out to hunt a bear. He had been away from camp a few hours, when his voice was heard faintly in the distance exclaiming—“H e-r-e we comet” In a little time the same cry was heard again, but nearer : then it was repeated at intervals nearer and louder; when finally the bold captain emerged from a bit of woods near the camp, running at the top of his speed, without a coat, hat or gun. In he came to camp shouting, “Here we come!” “Here who comes ?” inquired a brother officer. “Why, me and the game,” gasped the officer, pointing to a big bear who showed .himself at the edge of the woods, took a look at the camp, and then, with a growl at missing his expected meal off the captain, disappeared in the woods again. “But why didn't you shoot the bc«r, and then bring him in ?” inquired one. “What’s the use in shooting your game!” said the captain, testily, “when you can bring it in alive, as I did ?” The story got home before the captain did, and was in everybody’s mouth. The other night, as the bold captain led his intended bride into the church with the pride and grace so readily inspired by the occasion, some wicked wag sang out from the gallery—-“Tf-e-r-e we comeT’ Which was followed by such a shout of laughter as that old church never heard before.

Christian Conformity to the Wordly Customs, Rev. Henry Ward Beecher lately touched upon the rather knotty question, whether a Christian can harmlessly attend balls, theaters, and all night parties. The speaker thought that in this much depended upon the grade of the Christian who indulged in the practice. It should be their aim to build a Christian character so high that such minor incidents could not affect it, and to be so well known for their large hearted benevolence and sincere piety, that their being seen at such places would not be regarded as an index of their life. A christion who exerts himself to be good so little that a straw, either way, will sink him, would be damaged by being seen in a public billiard ro om. The speaker would not advise a Christian to attend such places, but did not condemn one who, having largely, and generously worked out his Christian character, and become known to all men for purity and virtue, might think fit, in the liberty to which he was entitled, to enjoy such amusements. In the course of his remarks, Mr. Beecher satirically intimated that ministers, deacons, etc., with good constitutions, to withstand night hours, and tried patterns of Christian character, were perhaps the best people to attend indiscriminate public amusements. — N. 1Sun. An Awful Rumor. —A Washington correspondent notices the fact that many of the intelligent negroes are in favor of reemigration of their race to theirnative Africa, where a black Republic remodeled after American, fashion, invites them. What on. earth would become of the “loyal party of this country if the negroshould leave ? Every one of the “eternal verites” would go with, them, and thousands of lusty fellows who are now living by politics, would have to “take up the shovel and the hoe,” thrown down by the black fo]ks.-~Brooklyn Eagle- ( The silver chalice of St. Michael’s Church, Charleston, South Carolina, has been rescued from a pawnbrokers’ shop, New York and restored to the church. Advertising is the oil successful business men burn in their lamps.