Indiana American, Volume 24, Number 11, Brookville, Franklin County, 29 February 1856 — Page 1

m A NEWS AND BUSINESS PAPER-DEVOTED 70 P0RB9&N AND DOMESTIC NEWS, MORALS, TEMPERANCE, B0UCAT30N, ACR9CUITURE, AND THE BEST INTERESTS OP VOL. XXIV---NO. 11. BROOKVILLE, FRANKLIN COUNTY, INDIANA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 29, 1856. WHOLE NUMBER 12W.

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T K. D.i-fHTIICIAS SUR af. CaTo.V . 0i , at bi retdenca, corner o Bala and Jimtt treeta.rtrook rll la .1 n.l . -JUSTICB of -raa PKACK Attorney Jt Cjn ninllor ai law. Brook tad. Omca, Milan Weat'a now bntldlnafroatlag Ik Ooert House 4 1853. W , LOR Ar'U. Orrtce, Bo. 7, Halle' BaieUag,BroakvUle, lad. SI 4 -ATTOKSBVACOCBBBU-OK ürrics, over Power' Store, Braak villa, lad. J. KZLUT, ATTUKSIY AT LA W llattll nmn. Ooim.audraf of V.M.. u ....... a .-,11. ij wt II WH HlMMMgti of Deeds, laks and esrUAy DwoelU e, A Ada vita hc. ITKOMAI J. WHITl.-SOTAMY PlHUf, A fcaceac. las., will tafca dapoaltloaa and eekawwUdajaaaKla, aad attend to Notarial buatnaae fees rally. to Slaw od take ackuowied;auisnl of Deeds, - ".www, i. uu rill, ill'!. I 111 Mortgagee, Ac OFFIC K Oca door neoth ofUia Tjrner Store. Tie. J. W JTJllT.-. U KG KO.f DK.1TMT aMToIlVLTlril.. thankful -.a, tor peat ravora, would In form Ma J irtaali, ad Uta public gwnerailr,' tut M ms data ml Bad v do blau work at a reduced rtea whan mora than two teeab are laserted, ao that at moat U who bare aaaa ao ilc fortunate aa to looaa tho tr .latural taath amy fereieh themeelvee with aa arllUcial u beule la. Teeth on fold plate will rango from 3,to S.73 par tooth, according to the kind of taath eeed.aad la amount of plat reau ired. Ob ellver platw from i ,75 to S S aar tooth. On full appar aU aad fail sals of teeth Inserted oa Iba section prlaeiBal asmail deduction trill ba Made. Taath hi Piro from Bl,' to each. Pillinr from I to oaa dollar. vleaoing from 50eta to eaa Bstraauaa; tWiatr-Sre seats. I warrant i wart, and make no charges for examination or sdvtce. t aaa now i eady, III In and waiting to serve too. Ca ea at. OOoe one doar Berth of to Old Tjoer Siom. HARBISON DIRECTORY. T IBafaTT. OKALKM IX QKOCKHIES AND Aa ra tetooa. Market street, tlaaaisoa, Ohio, aeaaeen hand afw l aaaortaaaat of all ante lee la hie Bat. ALSO a gaaaral assortment of rOBDITDIE. Waieh h will eell cheap for caah or country prooat i7 3 1054. 1UbWHU SJDfOaT. DKALKKS l?l FANCY wa. Liana n ix pax aW aaä Paaieatlo Par Gooes, Ladles Prosa Qaeda of every ktad. STtee, Hard ware, 4aeenwaro, Boots, Shoes Baa, Ac, Coaaaa Mair o Wak-wav Stsssts, IIABBISOV, OHIO. Oat 7 45 1X54 QgJyOTfffi. -CQRBBIt MAIS e MABKBT UARMSO.V, OHIO. B. rilHEH, Proprietor. 0 7 45 1854 FRaUrKLIH COTJHTY DIRECTORY. CractriT Coobt tneeU the tat Mondays in February aad Aaaraat may all thra waek. Coaaoa Pisas Coca r mreu 1st Mondays In January, April, July and October may all 3 weeks. Camasmi aaas Cocar meeU 1st Mondsr in Jwaa, iflial laaana aa Jf arcft war alt' atx days eaob time. Cammty Officera. aW a aw, a asms. IWWI P. K. A. Jeur. Rep A. B. MeC leery. Senator, time expires Oct 18JS " 1-30 150 Peb IHSS Oct IriSfl Aug IHSrl Mar lf Oct IH97 Ort IM59 Xoah Mtlter. Joaa M. Johnson, ciork, M. lataaor. Sheriff, Waa. Kfisoaea, Treasurer, John H. Quick. Auditor, Redla Oaborn, Heenrder, Joaa BwWtbv , Coroner, W. W. Kebberd. Barveror. I-.W uoobtt ioasnsetoaaas: J. ft. raarot, aimer gast W asassn Calfee, time esplres Oetobar, Jmotlre of the Peace. bboobtills tows i air. Cyras Kilgora, Commission expires Apr IB, 1BBS Alfrod Ward Apr 38, i-OT i. M. Vleley M M Nov S, IS3B Jaaaoa Mewhlaaey " Oft SI, 1CM srainarisLB Towaamr. Joseph Weiah, Cemmlselon expires Oct 7, Iris A.C. Miller, Oct!!, 1158 Bamaal Hollidar, w " AprS4, iflSS sLooaiaooanra Townaalr. Dartd Slaagbtar, Commlealoa eaplrer Nov I, t59 Jaaao Ctosaoau, Apri,irU7 atrrtsa row mir. JohaOoolla, Ccmmlssloa sxplres Nov 1, 1H5B AlhaHBuraaaman. Das 3, tr59 rtiarisi.n Towssitir W.A.J. Oltdowsll, Gamm aspires Peb SB, IMS Joaa Cocbraa, " " June,3iM5v snaakaea rowaauir. Praneii Haocbt, CommUalon expiree Nu 0, IM Pfand A. Bowers, Oet 13, IBS LuBst Towasatr. leaseClemeaU Caaamtaaloa expires Dee I, 1850 Leal teh Kwsmtagar - Nor 3, nM Robert II. Jinks M OHSB, le sntasti vowasair. Jnha Horeley, Commisslos exairesJuIr 13 ISM W.J. Coaler, Mar 1 sosav Towaiatp. Bebt. M. Mlllsr.Commlaston axtras Sep! 28, 1 James U. Moore, July lo, 1 SI? aav mwaeair. Heavy Bel melsr, Commlsstoa expires May gs Issa Bernard Moorman MsyS, IBSB Baam caaaa -rowaanta. Asa Hays, Commtsalou expires Jaae7, tsso Isaac Phillips, " " Pebut, H57 waits wTkk Towasatr. Wsieersatlbhell.Commlutoa sxplres Sap , HJS BltahaUt Barbor. Hau 13, n5o Oaatel Wilson " May 2, iu aava Towsstiir. Joha Blow, Commission eaplres June' s, lSS Lewis Whlurasn April if, l5s UjIIOI COTJafTY DIRECTORY. Otacar Coubt meets the 4th Mondays In Psbraary aad August may alt two waaka each time. Coaaoa PisaaCocaT mseU'id Moudaysta Psbraary. Hay, August. and November, except when there are ire Mrndaya In the preceding month than 1st Monday. May sit t weeks each time. Geaias:oMsVs Coo sr rneeu 1st Meadays 1b Jana, September, Daeemborand March may it si a days each time. Csmmajr Off Be era. Minor Meeker, onator, time expires Oct. IBSS. Oaa. W.Clark, Rep. " Oot. issd. M.J. Wlu Sheriff, Aug. 1857. Lewie J. Ctlse. Clerk, " ' Kot. 1HSU. W. Dawaon, Auditor Nov. 1890. S.R. Brown, Treasurer, Aug, ihst. Wss. S. Kose, Coroner, A. M. tldao, uri.tof. H. H. Hasted, Recorder " Nov. inas. Coewrr Coaaustoaaas Oarre. Wilsoa, Alex. M. Paddoek.and Isaac fnlder, time expires Septemear, I9SS-T-S. JT mat Ice off the treexca. I. Jsrrell, Commission expires Apr. 18, 1891W.Bramc. Map. 16, 1M54. Ira Maxwell " R. M. Haworth, " J. P. Boaaett, O.WMant, T. J. Col in, Jaa bambo, H. Rider, JW.Swaan, Joseph Brown, H. kUBar, Oao. WVIeOB J. P. Temple ton 2. Fatgnson, Apr. in, man. May 5, IHS7. Nov. S3, .-J. Oet. W,1H53. Bap. t, IHSS. Dae 54. ihso. Apr. , i Aug. 9, IHSS. Feb. 14, IHM. Aug. 83, IHSS. Slay 5. 1H5T. Oct. S, t3. Apr. l,l4. FAYETTE COUHTY DIRECTORY. Ctacvrr Csmt meets id Monday of March and SsHDUmbar, may ait two weeks. Coaaoa Plb&S C t il 4th Momlata Iii Ianaarr, April, Jalr, aad October; bold two waaka ji haeaneea requlra. Coaamstoaaaa Cocav meets lat Mondar to March, June, Sepumber and Uocumbar, may sit Bin" imji u avavHBr. Cocar aa CoajciLtartoa alts when bus In aaa reqairae in any judicial day of the sosslons of Comma Pteaa Coart. Cossntv Officera. Mlaor Maaker, Senator, time expires Oct. IBS XeUoa TraeUr. Baa A.M. Bd wards, clerk, Waa. MeCleery, Sheriff Joha MeCleary, Jailor, Wsa. H. Raak, Treasurer. J ob Stout, AedW, Joseph T. Tata, Haoorder Haara Morris, Surveyor. 1856 Peb. 1H56 Ucl. 1.-5Ü 1854 8p.S56 Mar IH56 Aug l!S7 Coaaiemoaeaa, Aaartoh I. Backet, Joaaph Dale, and Wm. H. Houston. Ore ATJBlJrSWAMJKawa a, aaaautktl and very saHaorbytha piece, juat large assortrasBtta full moralat received auto. : Comit aw.and faraale by LiXc'a FARUfHAK. TJATSAJIDCAPS - aaV P"Tg )l, just received atXo.lCom mereial Stow, aad for aale ay LlNCKakPARUl'lIAR. fiTmmmi graa? ranan orfaabloaaOls BIBB III SBllSnaBJ at Xo.l Commercial How. by I-1MC& dt VAKUt'HAK.

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Vor the American. XT XI WILLST ososos w. cosnun. fa It well with theeT la It well with the oh lid? Aad she answered: It la well. Away la an eastern eltue, where Israel's boat, la many a fertile plain Watered o'er their look a, and garnered ap the grata Of golden harrest wis re the curling smoka Of laeeaae rosa to God, sad where his prophets spoke The things sf future time. Amid the smiting foliage, there Arose a bumble borne. 'Twat hi a eeneecraud spot Where all without waa -aim aad Joy and not A tlotid aroeo to break i way tba gloaming light, But ah! within was aoga iah- for tho blight Of withering death waa there. Tea, arm Urn lea lb mos. Among hoee eeeaeeof happlaees, where all was tlgb. White yat (Jm reaper's sickle cut the barreslbright The dreaded Reaper from the burning tun Descended to Sit harrsst aad bar only one. Her blooming boy was sUttn! How could she help rebel? For at I bow difficult to qaell a aiothsr's grief, When bar loved child Is stricken, aid the hour so brief Staee aba last kissed his rosy shook, aad whan Aroond Urn closured all bar hope! How bard t'waa then Far bar lo say, 'tie well. Bat from her heart tho spall Of anguish burst and from those harp-strings real By death a plaintiff but melodious music waat "I kaow, O Ood , my hopea were crushed by thee; 1 will not murmur at 'Jty sore decreet Thon hast htm-lt Is wall." Aad bad ba no'sr returned, twaa wall Her child was takea Is life's mornltg e'er tbo smiles Of a false world could lure him with lu wiles, Into the paths of sin. Taken by angels bright, To their bleat homo, aad bow that Shonannite Could say, 'tis well. Fbabyuk Co., I an., Pel) . '34. Prom tho Keokuk Poet. THE UOQUKITS VICTIM. st will. s. rarmuox. Kew years ago I knew a yoath. Of ioblc ulad sod lofty aim, Waoe every thought aad word wae truth, A candidate for real feme. Within bis dark and lustrous oya The Are of genius brightly gleamed, Aad oa bis forehead, fair and klgb, The light of inn nut glory beamed. And from his lips, untaught by art, Pefl words of more than mortal might, The prompting of a manly heart, i'enounc.ng wrong, defending right. A few his glory sought to mar, Aad on hla name to cast a blight, But many said a new-born etar Had risen oa tho world's dark night. He cared not for the envious few, Bor sought the multitude's sppUuse; One object, only one, ha knowTo viudlcau truth's righteous cause. Ha mbghthave baa a a brilliant star, V'herver duty's voles might call, A lasting honor lo tho Bar, The Pulpit, or the BeaaU hall. MHomlgbtbavabaea:" ah, yas, ba might, RematBlag as I saw him Brat ; Untainted by ilia Umpur's blight. By erurl tretcbsry uncarst. Hot think you that a heart well Sited With rl cheat virtuee from above, Can long remain untouched, unurtlled, By tho eaehaatlag tones of love! Like Death, Lore loves a shining msrk, Aad Cupid seeks the noblest hearts, In which to plant the deathless sparkla which to pluage his deadliest darts I Young Harold mat a besauoue maid, Perfect In youthful lovellneee, Aad thot that ehe from heaven had etrey'd Soma earthly haart and homo lo blew. Her form waa xseltless as the miod Of poet-palnUr e'er conceived, Aad that tba haart within confined Was faultless too, the boy believed. Tba beauty of ha r starry cjss, So brilliant oft, snd svsrclesr, Was like the blue of summsr sklea When aol a cloudlet lingers near. Her checks ware radiant with health ; Upoa her llpe a god might dwell ; And round bar graceful neck toe wealth Of shining golden tresses fall. Alael that beings saeb as she Have hearts, In which daoalt may dwell f Earth's most segelte forms may ha A e fair as heaven aad falsa as bell ! ilea! that beauty often btdaa Around the meaneet earthly things Tit but a loathsome worm that h Ides Beneath the butterfly's gay w lagst Alas I that man's great heart ebon Id bo A toy for woman's id a pi ay A toy of little worth, which sbo Max break at wlU aad throw away ! Celeste smiled upon Iba y -nth Her am Ilea went to hie aoblo haart , And aoon the Sower of .ove, forsooth, With rigorous groaih began to start. With woman a art aho threw the apall Of witching beauty round hla soul, Till every other Idol fell, Aaa she reigned there without control. Then, whoa be at bar foot laid doWB HU heart with manly hope and trust, She spurned Uie treasure with a frown, And crashed It, bleeding, In tho dost, When Hope 'a bright itor goes down for aye. To Lethean elreaaaa we long to go Young Harold, ara another day, Had la Oka wine-cap drowned his woo. How all bit manhood - ' ed In wTha damning bovarugo f hell' How hU pureeeul wataid In ela Por months and rears I i ed not toll. Er. tigh to say that manly form, That brow which once auch prom lee gave1 hat heart, once wltb love's feelings warm, Row lies within a drunkard's grave. LOOK AT HOME Should you foal inclined to censure PaulUyou mar la others view, Ask your own heart, e'er you venture, I f that has not fallings too. Lat aot friendly vows be broken. Rather strive a friend to gain; Many a word In angsr spoken Pinds Us paaaage home again. Do not, hi Idle pleasure, Trifle wlh a brother' fame; Guard it as a ralued tressara Seated as yoar owa goad name. Do not form opinions blindly, Hastiness to trouble tends; Those af whom weve Own unkindly Oft become our warm eat friends.

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Prom the Xaltocal Magazins. "All's Well that Ends Well." T ALICE CABBY. With a thin itrio of woods on one side dividing it from a dusty lane, and

witn almost lniermmaoie neias ana or- pressed triem to come ana visit ner. "u s a pity 11 iom enn i even haw chards on the other, stood, as many j She would not have done this if her a dog to comfort him," said Sally, years ago as I ean rem.mber, the big father had been with her; but it was j and she went angrily nway . substantial brick bouse of John Fish- her nature to be generous and cordial, , That night, when Tom suid he had er. It waa situated a mile or more land she deemed not that she did any- done a big day's chopping, Mr. Fishfiom the main road, and the main j thing wrong. r asked him if he had not also done road was neither turnpike nor railroad, I A week was not gone since she a big day's work at drinking: and but simply a clay road that wound its gave the invitation, when two of tho without further notice he produced crooked way fromeone town to another, young women she met at the meeting j his leather bag, counted out twenty and where atraagers were seen to i came to visit her. A pretty pass i dollitrs, and placing them before Tom patl. Sometimes a mBll speculator, things bare come to," said Mrs. Fiah- jtold him he might go aa aoon aa he whistling between two stout horses er, "if our Sally is to gadabout AS liked. and Some fifty wooden clocks, travel- she pleases, and have young men that j It was a wild March night, the ed the road, and left a clock at each j nobody knows, and good-for-nothing, lights and shadows were fighting each houae, warranted to keep time atx mrls flocking here all the time, hinder- other among the clouds, and neither

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i months, during which time it Was to ! mg US all to no profit!" Little pleas- quite getting the mastery, when at the serve graii. Great was the delight uro had Sally in seeing her friends as door of the front room, where the dry j among the children on süch occasions, she was permitted to see them. myrtle pots set on the hearth, there J and it seems that they would never There was no ceasing from her work came a timid rap, and a moment afI have done listening to the str.eving, ! no laughing that was not under ! ter, his gun in his hand, and bis dog and gazing at the brightly -jainted j breath, and no extra diahea for the at Mb heels, Thomas Uuttershall went pictures of Louis Phillippe or Joseph- supper all was hard and dry; and softly in. ine, as the case might oe. Iam not I when the visitors found themselves' It was not the first time by any

sure that these pedlars were not publie benefactors, as the passing of one of them thro such obscure neighbor-1 hoods was something like the drifting of a green branch in the path of Columbus, speaking of a world they know about. From the day the clock began to shine and ccunt out the hours from the mantle piece, or the top of the bureau, the mechanical genius of the boys received an impetus, and wa-, ter-wheeis began to work along the brooks, and weather cocks io veer to

the winds on the gables of smokehouse I from setting wheels to work in the ; "If away from you, Sally," he anand barn. The young women accom-, brooks, and weather-cocks to flutter- swered, "it don't matter where one

plished more in a given time, and ing on the gable of the barn, out in place will be the same as another." tasks of spinning and knitting and sew-1 the world to set more complicated "What shall I do? what shall I do?' ing were measured off by the hour; wheels running, and sometimes to said the poor girl, "home WB8 80 desand not unfrequently they made the 1 flutter and shift like weather-cocks olatu before you came, and now I shall dress and hair of Josephine models for I themselves. The days wero longer die." their own fashions. The farmer and i now, and the nights wearier than they "Dear Sally," said the young man, bis wife WOUld even sleep by the clock, used to be, and the heart of Salley kissing the forehead that was upturnwhich was in fact the promoter of gen- was sobered somewhat, though her ed beneath his lips, "it is a very cruel eral order and prv.ision in all things, nature was not changed only subdu- fate that forces mc out alone into this The very style of harness worn by the 'ed. She dreamed-as all women preat world, away from all that is clock pedlar's horses was oftentimes must dream it would be a pleasant dear to me, all that I care to live for

haoiiily sutfErestive. and his snuir little wagon gave birth to thonglit to other üittle wagons, that took form and col - or in the eoura of tun. O, they have been too much abused tho Yankee clock peddlarsl Once in a long time some one of these men instinctively found out the house of John Fisher, and with a fine specimen of his wares beneath his arm, , knocked at the door; but Mrs. Fisher would never suffer a clock to be placed at . i eW a . between the two iron candlesticks that ornamented her mantlepiece not she. She would not suffer her eyes to dwell on the green dress and the

the graceful plumes of the painted la- She was twenty-five years old when wiM go with you." dy which lent tbo chief glory to the she sat by the fir-a one night knitting,! Half an hour passed, and the siclock it was not worth while John and listening to the wind as it drove lnce of the old parlor was not disturbhad a good silver watch, and that was ' thro' the leafless trues, and the snow ed by even a whisper. The following enough. Sometimes Sally Fisher wo'd asit sifted againft the windows. Her day it was found that Sally was gone, stop her wheel when she heard the i hair was growing thin an' iJed. ind ','reen parasol, white dress and all. sound of the pedlar's wagon coming I the brightness of her earlj .mile had! Twenty dollars was not much to up to the dusty gate, for strange worn down into patience, and the rest-: bein lifo with, and our runaways wheels made strange, welcome noises j lesaness of her curly hopes were sub-1 began it very humbly, of course. tohcrenrs, so seldom was it a visitor ! dued to quiet. Tin- failed jwvn pur- Tl. y srornnl to go fur; they vould

came. She would stop, und, with ra s aa a. a heart beating thick, listen to what her mother saiu, hoping the pedlar's eloquence uu, ht not all be lost, and that their own oitr room miuht beomamented With a Clock as wen as tbo beat rooms of the other well-to-do 'people of the neighborhood. She never dared to soeak from the window where ! she listened, and ask what use to 1 a. .a. them waa fatber'a stiver watch when he had it always in his pocket Sally was obedient and reverential, and nover questioned the proceeuure of bur parents never at least out of het own heart Th There were two or three parlors in l the neighborhood the windows and tables of which were ornamented with Erin ted muslin curtains and covers; ut when the same pedlar of whom they were bought came to John Fiaher's house he found no sale for his goods. Mrs. Fisher could buy cheaper in town, and so perhaps she could, thought Sally, but she never will; and Sally was right, she never did, and year after year the big room had no ornaments but its myrtle pots, and the green boughs which in summer Sally placed on tho hearth. By th.'-e things you will see the 1 a mm. . 1 , , si-veru irugaiuy ot tne r taners, mm understand the narrow and bard circuit in which S illy trod and trod. Few enough were her holidays, few enough her pleasures, and yet she had heart thnl a smal thing wo'd fill to overflowing. Once or twice in the year she went with a pocket handkerchief tied on her head to visit some neighbor, and once in a long while she walked with her father to f e meeting in the log school-house at the craasroads. For the most part Sally staid at home, working hard and saying little. The Fishers were not people who talked much it interfered with the great object of their lives work. Circumstanc s, however, nor education, nor nothing else could keep Sally fi.om thinking for herself, and in spite of h.r father's strict supervision she o'ten exchanged sly glances with thi ycu'ng men who occurred the front beeches opposite the ; women's side of the school-house. Never one of them dacej' to walk home with her, however mu:,h ihey admired her at a distance. One, indeed, she was permitted to go the circuit preaching alone, with the consent, but not with the hearty goodwill of the parents. She would come as straight home as she could come, she said, as she raised her faded green parasol at the door, and under it smiled herself away, carefully holding up her white frock. Happy enough for a time she felt, and much less frequently the made

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planet Lit call buk an;u iu uu w livii they were so carefully restricted; very modest and pretty was her behavior, and no one couia see tne neeu 01 ner guardianship usually exercised over it. She poured all her full soul out in the hymn, and at the close of the service shook hands with two or three ia -. J younjf women she knew, and cordially a a . walking down the dusty lane away from the house that was so empty and cold thev felt 'relieved. And Sally

felt relieved too. In silence she tho't "O Thomas'" sobbed the girl, comof the pretty dresses they wore, and ing forward and taking the young felt how much she would like to have man's hand, "what will become of a new one ercn half as expensire, but you? what will become of you?" she dared not breath her thought, "I don't care what becomes of me,' She had been indulged in extrava- replied Thomas with tenderest emo-

j gance enough for one while, her parjents thought, in being allowed to go to meeting alone, and to nil the house with visitors at her pleasure. And the brothers of Sally went thinir toeo to meetintr every Sunday, to have a clock in her own home, ; and more than all, to have some one there to love her, some ono to make her happy. Her parents forgot that they had ever wanted the same things, and that they had obtained the greatest of all ineaeh other, und thev thought it atrange that Sally should not be satlisflcd with their satislaction, and that she should have a nature of her . ... own tocarefor. Themselves had loved and married, but for Satly to do. j or even think of the same thing, would 1 be outrageous. asol she carried to meeting tivo years

before was laid carefully among dried ashamed that they had done noth-rose-leaves in the drawer. The white ing wrong, and could earn a living for dress was there too, and there was not themselves. A small patch of ground, much lesidea to bo seen there a iand a poor little cabin were bired half

piece of ribbon, a cambrte collar, a a ruffle or two, and that was all. Her eyes wer fixed on her work, land nerhans her thouiht too. for thy wandered less than they used, ef - - W - and dreamily she heard the wind and the snow. There was a creaking at j the gate, a stop up the pathway, a ; rappm,; at the door, and a tall handsome stranger stood before the littlo silent and astonished household. A , shining gun wn slung over one shoulI ea a Oaa m a. at : . : . .1 i der, and at his heels came a large dog ! that stopped as he stepped, and sat upright and panting at his foot. To make tho story snort, we win say simply the stranger was a poor, but generous and impulsive young man, shooting game as he traveled about the countrv in search of his for - tune. Idle days and adventures of one sort and another had brought him to the two last shillings that wero iu the bottom of his purse, and he '-as now in search of work and ahem... Anything he was willing to do, and at any price Mr. Fisher might be pleased to pay. As the r ader will guess there was plenty of hard work to do on the farm of John Fisher at any time of the year, after a good deal of consultation and hesitancy on the part of the elder Fisher the young man, whose name was Thomas Buttershall, was employed for a limited period. When he worked, the young man gave farmer Fisher groat satisfaction, and when Sunday, or evening, or any other idle time came, he was to his employer equally unsatisfactory; for whatever be did he did with all his might, and swung himself on a grapevine as heartily as he swunyf the scythe. Ho did nothing by halves, nothing grudgingly; when he laughed he laughed in earnest, and when he played be played in earnest. In the times I write of it was customary for laboring men to carry with them to t!ie field or the barn, or wherever their work was, a jug of whisky, nnd to drink from it as often as inclination required. Thomas Buttershall had his jug as well as the rest "Tom is not worth the whisky he drinks," said Mr. Fisher one day, 'and when the term of his engngemeot expires I shall turn him off." I never saw him the worse of drink, I am sure," replied Sally, and trembling, turned her blushing fnce from her father. "It appears to me, Sally," aid the father angrily, "you always have some-

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artiiiLf Mi.tfc v-um-.i u J uu. n cajr . I Ha was silent a' moment and then j added. "Ho will hare lo do better than hu lias done, if ire don t get set adrift that's all." Tom was now heard whistling to his dog. "Hoar the fool'" continued Mr. Fisher: "1 wish that dotr was dead!" I a. v. a a. a at an a . a ' means he had talked there with Sally, j but let other times pass. We have only to do with t:n lion, and folding the head of the weeping girl close to his bosom as he spoke. "But where will you go?" she said directly. for away from you, Sally." "0 you must not go, dear Thomas, whispered Sally; "I cannot stay here wnen you arc gone, "If I were not the poor wanderer I am, if I had a home, had even aNroof to shelter me," said Thomas, folding tho poor girl closer and closer, "1 would ask you to share it with me: but I have nothing--nothing, dearest, but poverty and my love." "Do you love me, then?" xclalma c-m a a ..wa a ' at a ea ?aiiy; "tell me bo again He did tell her so again and again. "Then," aid she. "I have all 1 want, and to the end of the world I "how tho oid folks that they were not rnile or ao from thd cross roads and I &e log school-house, and for a time j there was no happier pair than they in the world. The very dog barked at the moon I I a I 1 a a ' t " he was as good as sue, and j stretched himself at the door-stone aa if be had sumless U easures within to guaro. out a sau trutn must do told; i alas for the prospeouve happiness of our young housekeeper! the last sixpens ol the twenty dollars was spent I ab . B 0 a Ti . . i ti - . tor wiussty. It was against Sally's better knowl edge; but poor Tom must havu some thing to comfort him, she said, und she waii sure he had little enough. Mürel camcv airain. wild and atormv and Sally lay all day on her sick bed, 1 and night came, and with no light but the firelight to see the bright little round baby that came to bless her, she lay in quiot happiness. "There is not a tea-spoon full of tea in the house, madam," said the nurse querulously lifting the steaming kettle from the coals; and she went on, turning her frowning face toward Sally, "it is too bad of your hubband to go o.T and leave you so, and without so much as a tea-spoon full of lea in the house. He deserves to be despised of everybody." Sally had not groaned for herself, but she groaned aloud now for poor Tom, saying pleadingly, "Don'tl 0 don't! he can't get everything, my dear friend." ' No, but he could get a little tea for his siok wife, if be deserved to be called a man; and I'll be bound the whisky-jug is not empty. The wretch, I wish ho might fall down and break tho old jug lo pieces, the first time he goes to get it filled." For a good while after the baby was born tho whisky-iug stood empty, partly because of the new happiness that came to the father, and, it must be confessed, partly because the jug could nowhere be found. For her own private satisfaction, and not that she desired or expected to reform the villainous husband, the nurse-empress had hidden it, whispering tho deed only in the ear of Aar baby, to whom, by the way, she communicated many other important matters, much past his little ability to comprehend. How happy they were in their new happiness! the sweet, sweet pleasure may not be written nor told. The pretty quarrel, which was no quarrel at all, about the baby's name was settled at last; and the mother relinquished her fond desire to name him

Thomas to the preference of his father, whose choice it was to call their boy Cyrus. It was a great day to them both, a great day to all the neighborhood, when the baby was sent to the log school-house and christeased. What a world of little fine stitches there were in the white dress that was made out of the mother's old one, and how carefully and proudly the father held the old green parasol between the sunshine and the scft cheeks and winking eyes of the darling whom he was sure nobody could see and not love. In the shadow of every tree they paused as they wont along, to ask the young mother if she thought there was ever so bright and promising a boy as theirs. "If be does as well as he looks," she would aay, "I shall be, O, so thankful I" And then for a little way Thomas Battershall would walk very fast perhaps resolving within himself that bis pretty boy should have a good example. He anew not his own weakness poor Thomas Buttershall. Much they wondered, as they went along, whether or not their offended parents would be at the meeting, and yet they were sure they would be there; how could they stay away when their sweet little baby was to be christened. They would be there, father and mother both: and they would come and kiss the child, and bless them by saying they forgave them, as they never had said; and then, tho't Sally, wo will need nothing more to perfect our joy, And the sermon was preached, and the hymn sung by as many as could get into the house: and little Cyrus was baptized with water, and afterward by the kisses of nearly all the congregation. But John Fisher and his wife were not there; they refused even to look upon the face of their unwelcome grandchild. Hut the baby grew none the less for dirth of their kisses, mistaken and hard old folks that they were; and his mother was almost perfectly happy as

she sat with him on her knee, and in his wide open, wondering eyes read the promise of great things to be. When n year old he could toddle about the room and say "papa," O, )o plainly. But often and often there were tears in the mother's eyi when he called thus confidingly, for often and often it happened that no father was there. The lost jug had been found and filled many and many a time, and many and many a time there had been no tea-spoon full of tea in the house since the nurse empress went away And Sally would tell her boy that father would come directly, knowiüg all the time that he would not; and if he grew impatient she would softly smooth his curls, as he pillowed his head on her bosom, and, smiling in his baby beauty, fall asleep. Sometimes on the grass ut the door, and sometimes in the hearth-light, the old dog would play with little Cyrus for an hour, and this was all the playmate the little follow had. Plenty of little children (here were in the neighborhood, but their parents would not allow them to play with a drunkard's child. When no was old enough to go to school, bis beauty and quick part: mado him friends, and for a while he had playfellows enough. Butby-and by came envy and jealousy for there ia no log-house so low that these bad spirits will not go into it; and so it came abo't that little Cyrua often sat alono in the shade, and tho't of his ragged coat, when all the other children were at play. The games were easily made up without Cyrus; there was no place (or him, poor boy. One day a bluff, bad boy told him outright that they did not want him in i In- play. "Why don't you wantmc?" asked the child, piteously; 'I haven't done anything, nave I?" "You have got a drunken father, and your grandpap won't own you," answered the boy in hia coarse vulgarity; "so you may play with whom you can," Cyrus hum; down hia bead and went away, and never afterward asked the boy a why he couid not play. Poor Sally cried moro bitterly for her boy than she ever had for herself when he told her what had been said to him, and asked what a drunkard was, and why his grandfather would not own him. On the whole, this selfish conduct on the part of his mates was a help to Cyrus; and the less he played the more he studied, and thought, so that when he was twelve years old his master said he was the best scholar in school. About this time the hope that Sally always cherished, that her parents would yet be reconciled to her marriage, and perhaps'help poor Thomas to a few acres of ground, died, and was buried in despair with the rest of her hopes. They not only refused all their daughter's overture but cut off all prospective peace, bv adopting, as their own, a pretty orphan girl about the aee of her ownCyrus, Jtnette Miller was the name of the black-eyed beauty and heiress; for it was no secret in the neighborhood that her foster-parents designed to settle upon her the bulk of their propasrty, cutting Sally off without a farthintr. and civing very little to the sons, whose wheels had worked well iu the world, and made fortunes for their owners. Sally tried to hope that Thomas would strive more earnestly for himself, there w as no hope. Ii was not to be expected, however; and, if anything, Thomas did worse than before. He did not care a straw, he said, whether the old folks gave bim a cent, or not; and so he filled the whiskyjug anew, and drank with his thought-1 less companions, aad laughed bolster-1

ously at the little littleness of oid John Fisher. Sometimes Sally thought, or tried to think, if her father would only give Thomas a few hundred dollars it would strengthen his hands and soften his heart, and make another man of him his nature needed encouragement, she said, a id one good word said for him would do more than a thousand against him. And whether or not Sally was right, nobody agreed with her. Whether to press the truth of things upon the heart of Sally more painfully, or for what cause we cannot tell, but Mr. and Mrs. Fisher took evident pleasure in giving the pretty Jenette expensive articles of dress or ear-rings, hat or ribbon, her childish fancy coveted. The first morning ahe went to school, it was with a heart overflowing with curiosity to aee Cyrua Batt-r-ihall her parents had to'ld her that

she must never speak to him. nor look at bim, aa long aa ahe livod, and, of course, she had said she would not. rr m. l - - a a He must be very wicked, shs thought. and doubtlea she should know him at once, by a black face, a crooked mouth, or some other deformity. She could not read her book, till the noon came, so muchjdid she wonder if Cyrus was there, and why she could not pick him out if be were. When the playing was begun, after the bread and butter bad been disJatehed, every group began pulling at enette: for all thought it would be a distinguished honor to play with Jenette Miller. But Jenette said, Mo; she must not play that day. The truth was, she feared coming in contact with Cyrus. All the morning she had felt her heart drawn toward one little boy more than all the rest; and when she saw him sitttner alone in the shadow of a tree with her books, she skipped

up to him and ashed him if he would' "Quack! quack!" Said the mother tell her which of the little boys was : duck: as much as to say, "You may Cyrus Battershell? depend upon me." "Why?" said Cyrus, his eyes filling i But I am afraid ahe was not to be with tearful wonder. depended upon after all; for no sooner "Because," answered Jenette, "my ' was Mrs. Weston's back turned than father and mother told me I must not . the magpie came to the water's edge play with him." to know what was the matter. Cyrus wiped away the tears with "Quack! quack!" said the mother his hands; and, as soon as he could duck; "look at my yonng family!" speak at all, told the little girl that be ; and off she swam without turning ber was Cyrus Battershall. and why it j head to see what this cunning magpie wss that nobobody would play with wae after. bim. Now the magpie was very hungry "O, I just said that for fun!" ex- that morning, having been so extremeclaimed Jenette, not knowing what ly busy getting together some clay for else to say, and kneeling down on the , a house, that he really had not time to grafts beside the poor boy, she wiped j dig for a grub. All at once it ocourhis tears with her handkerchief, and ' red to him, "Those ducks look very after that told bim she would love I nice; that little fellow, for instance, him if no one else did. The Fisher's that has got behind the stone." And

might have trembled if they had seen how their litilefldaughler practiced up-

on their teaching. late now; for the magpie was off with From the day Jenette came to the duckling in his cruel claws. What Bcbool. Cyrus was not lonesome any 1 a breakfast had the magpie that mormon: they made a grape-vine swing, j ning. where they swung togetherjand found j After breakfast he went to the thornout a deep shadow where they read bush, where he already had collected fairy stories together; and in the time a considerable quantity of turf and

of nuts and berries, they went in search of them together. And thus they continued till Cyrus was nlteen yenrs old, when he took home all his books, and told Jenen ho conld not come to school any more that he was going to stay home and work. Jenette answered that he would learo more out of school than sbe in; and when they reached the gate, she told him sho would steal away from schoo lsome times, and come?and see him: and that as long as she lived she would never forget him, and never like anybody else half so well. Faithfully she kept her promise many and many a time Sally's humble oabin was brightened with her blush an hour before be school was dismissed. When Cyrus was twenty -oar years old there was no worthier and no handsomer young man in all the neighborhood. Jenette said she thought so, and ahe did not care who knew it. And while Cyrus was growing fine and handsome, the neighborhood was not standing still. Where the clay road used to be, there was a wide and month turnpike: and where the tog school house onoe stood, there was a beautiful stone meeting house; and even the old ted bouse of John Fisher had turned white, and showed prettily between the rows of green trees that stood on either side of the lane leading down to the main road. There were nice curtains to all the windows, and a clock that cost two hundred dollars ticked on the man tie of the beet room. When the old people saw how handsome Cvrus waa grown, and beard how much Jenette praised him, the disliked him more than ever; and nally, when her liking became very apparent, they agreed to settle upon her everything they had, if she would Siromise not to marry the young man; or they had learned to love their adopted child sincerely. Jenette declared that she would take formal possession of her estate, and invite all the neighbors to hear and witness her promise, and afterwards to make meny as long as they would. The proposal was acceded to, for there was nothing they could deny Jenette; and when the guests were assembled she told them of the promise she had made never to marry Cyrus Battershall, and that, even if she were disposed, it was quite impossible she sho'd break the promise, as she had already been the wife of the young man for two years. At first the old folks were d tmb with astonishment; but when Jenette told them they must forgive poor Sally, and receive he; back beneath the roof which was wide enough to shelter them all before she would relinquish her right to their estate, they saw nothing better to be done, and the end of all was reconcil iation. and such happiness as they had never known in their lives, Sally was not wrong. When it waa told Thomas that the old folks had

sentfor him and his wife to come home, he broke his jog in d-; light, and drank no more whisky. When Cyrus bowed his handsome head before his grandparents, they said thu Jenette was correct, and that in lore, as in war, stratagem was right. There was some playful quarreling as to who should have the room where the clock was; but Jenette had her way, and it was finally settled that the clock-room should be Sally's, Beautiful at it was, it failed to give her the pleasure which the commonest one would have done twenty years earlier a crust to the starving is better than a feast to the dead.

THE MAGPIE. A FABLB ABOUT COKSCIIBCI. OifR day a noisy magpie came to aettle in the quiet villas of Bamham. He was on the lookout for a house; and ! there was an old thorn-bush near Farmer Weaton'a Stable, of which be avi- ' dently thought a great deal ar P ,, Now this magpie would get a meal wherever he could, for he waa (be most unscrupulous of birds. Sometimes it would be a fine fat beetle, which had crawled out into the sunshine; sometimes a laxy slag, which had been tempted out by the rain; and now and then, when he was inclined to be industrious, he would dig for grubs among the roots of the grass or the sprouting corn. And as r armer Weston could have no objection to this, our magpie went screaming about everywhere like an impudent bird as he was. One fine morning, however, the farmer s wile Drought out a losen young ducklings for their first swim around the pond. "Take care of your little ones," a a a a a a said the good wife, "fori must go and i se after the milking." he screamed for joy. The mother , duck turned her head; but it was too j clay; and he said to himself, "I must i mind what I am about, for 1 have got enemies now. the old duck will nev er forgive me." Soke laid his sticks cross-wise, in the thickest part of the bush. He made the roof of the very sharpest thorns, interwoven with each other. He fortified himself above, below and on all bides; and all day, as ho wrought A his task he kept turning his head o r his shoulders, now on this side, now on that, to look for the mother duck. Even whea the house was finished, and he slept in it for the first time, he awoke in the middle of the night and rubbed hia eyes, simply because he thought he heard a voice saying "Quack! quack! What have you done with my duckling?" One wrong act often destroys the peace of a lifetime. Tho Lost Found. Onee there was a boy in Liverpool, who went into the water to bathe and be was carried off by the tide. Tho' he struggled long and bard, he was not able to swim against the ebbing tide, and he was taken far out to sua. He was picked up by a boat belonging to a vessel bound for Dublin. The poor boy was almost lost. The tailors wereall very kind to him when he was taken into the vessel. One gave him a cap, another a jacket, another a pair of shoes, and so on. But that evening a gentleman, who was walking near the place where the little boy had gone into the water, found his clothes lying on the shore. He aearched and made incuiriea; but no tidings were to be beard f the poor little boy. He found a pieeaof .taper in the pocket of the boy's coat, by which he discovered who it was to whom the clothes belonged. Tho kind man went with a sad and heavy heart, to break the news to the parents. He said to the father, "I aa very sorry to tell yon that I found these clothes on the shore, and conld not find the lad to whom the belonged; I almost fear he has been drowned." The father could hardly speak for grief ; the mother was wild with sorrow. They eaused every inquiry to be made, but no account was to be had of their dear boy. The houae was rad; the little children missed their playfellow; mourning was order - ed; the mother spent her time in weep ing; and the father's heart was hoary. He said little, bat he felt much. ibo lad was taken back in a vessel bound for Liverpool, and arrived on the day the mourning was to be bro't home. As soon aa he reached Liverpool, he set off towards hie father's house. He did not like to ba seen in the atrange cap and jacket and shoes which he had on; so he went by the lanes, where he would not see those who knew him. At last ht came to the hall door. He knocked. When the servant opened it, and saw, who it was, she screamed with joy, aad anad "Here is Master TomP HiBfWher

rnabod embraced bin. "there was no What a happy aweaingt and children, spent want the incmnriaaT. say with Jacob, "ft it! is yet alive." But what do rem tlris wiB tWoJm a, a a a m aa rejoicing in Heaven, wham ksMSx) were m atstir of at dan gar of bsring Mt stately eai that MMN will toe ffafagels fsiisjji, ' of heaven be fWl arrive How will family when some of you go to fathers and ters, will welcome jom delighted to aee row welcome!" To wil not like the boy with the sis ot which ho was biiwi, bwt t gmsaentB ear affUPBanea,, with crowaB of sHorw a war. And what mm jm 4 ready to enter Mssaaam w aaa st waasa Think what it la; and the do k But rsMnembstr the Mai Bjjtss of heathen ehildrao. who IwänWS 13 heard a word about do not know that thr as stay for lost men. Sappoea yow 1 that Liverpool boy carried Oy tne tide. Ho pitied hia I Thsai .a ,.a aaa. - kaa BWBSkOakS WBSBl BBaBBBH yesad the swsmTwis have aeen the drifting out beyond the raaa. faf W man help. How weald yowr äffst have died within yon I What Ms shall have turned away. home, how sad yoa wooM easaaflswPeP hajaW l No "pleasant bread" eaMsld eaten that night But all live of heathen lands are driftisjf ly onward eaa yon sjb MBaym'tI. One pleasant day Mrs. W tea fend Lillie were seated in tat ptaaxa. TIbb mother waa busily s swing, but Isaxfw was idle. Her work dowsn, and the kitten waa yMm mttk m spool of thread lMMeM. IM waa thinking of the era; ahe wished her her go and play, and at laet sbo her. "O, mother, do look oat into the fields, and aee how betrthlh taw graas and flowers look; there ia beast tiful oriole up on tbo ptaw saa, aadkw) keeps singing, 'Here, We, ylaaas 1 I know he wants saw to ptaw write, aaisn. Mayn't I, mother?" P""Oh, Lühe, mayn't a bUtogiri tkat I know keep on with be; -wrwing till it is finished?" said her mothu rare17- . - ' "Bat, mother, I win wives I back. I waat to play : mother?" "Not till your sewing is said Mrs. Wilson; "it will ba then. I am afraid yon woekWi be atsnt if yon were to go out bow in the fee . ii sun. Lillie pouted, bat made ao rsyry, and began sewing rather carJesjBfy,it must be said. The parrot on dow aill commenced chat tat ja fast, "Mayn't I, ma? Mayn't J Sissy naughty; Sissy teoee!" Ai I the little girl began to sob and lently. "Lillie." said Mrs. Wilson, ed here by me, and I will teil yeas a story." Little Lillie did aa she was requested, and the another then Boat menoed. "One rammer, on a Wanfflasl pm bush, there bloomed a rieb, red rose. By her side waa a little bod. juat mnfolding; it waa bar only dwgbter, sand fondly oheriahed by her. Ono vwary sultry day the bud said to its wrim, I'm tired of sUykag In this M shade; I want to go oat ia tba soxav shine, where all the otbor Mayn't I, mother?' Tbo rota 'No,' but seeing the little one appointed, turned away and searching for a dew drop to Unobserved, the bud crept oat and bbbfoided its Joavwa ia the hot A green worm easae and Msraa la I bit at its heart a core; its ed pale, and t withered in tba IhMsafalahme; than tt crept mean for it was dying. Hat her daughter and drops ahe had tra past night, but to no i the next sun rota tat kttie esse dead. "Is that aUr'aiidaattta, mother ceased speaking. "Yea." was the ranly. a drew a long sigh as aba said, M Airway , I don't think I'm aitofSmsaW Saba the bud." "Why. what made yoa Wsslr. were at allr' said tne lr. .TSrt. T J Vaaa V I w uj, x uua aavw.a eaavBjaaa yva t ns at Bret, Beak Ashaiaa, -aw 1 did not go wiuSoot leave." "No," said Urn. Wilson, may go with leave now, for Ii have finished yoar worn, asad Iaaa too. So pat oa roar where yon wish, only bo book m two hoars." When LiUte bad prayed to t3o4 for strwavfth to her child's fairawaar. fbati grow will fad anbti swinab; for aba that although one act of against her pareata might mot aoaaa tff much consBqeBneav tt wee Baad aaratl. oonaeq and woiM aVsdarmii. bUnrL. Nacno vÄÄ aO India planter, of his dying tob snwvjr, ite ran ongiowro owor aotmnW gro, banO down hüll" OsXatanUBBT atWeatUtVstfl ed with

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