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CULÜIII-D EVIRt TIIURS'JAT ilOß-N'lNQ. 'jar jax: ste. ijsiö tt paid in advance, ',30 At the end of six months. ----- - 2)) Jt dolaye-l until the end of the year. 2 "0 jp-The above terms will Ls strictly adhvred o. mrSo paper w'dl be discontinued until all rrc ifftsresar? paid, unless at the option ol t-'iO Fa'Auhcx. a dVeIvtIsTn g . Advci'isements will be conspicuously inserJ, at U.e following prices, v.z. 1?.- 1 j.niir ('nflO lins- .1 i n 5ft f inns . I 00 Cicb additional in.ser1iuy, - , . 25c it XnvthinL' leis than a snuare. will be con sidere I a sq'i.ire. irrA Ivertifers must be particular to mark IV rj the nu nberol insertions on the face ot the ad- j veriise'.Hentc, or tb-.y v::ll be puMühed uiitil ordered out, and c;:a cd accordingly. ITA liberal diicoynt w.ll he made where advertising is done by Che yar. jCTll Communications Jro.n a. distance should be addressed I'oir-l'.uo to the Kdiior. trMarrielon the tenth ult, in Kennebunkport. Me., by Rev. C. W. Hey wood, Jliss Amanda Mann and Mr. A. R. Nott, all of Kennebunkport. The following retical correspondence is said to have aouially passed between the above named couple, and to have leen the bona fide - proposal and 'reply.' The fact that they were kitou-n to be inveterate punsters makes the statement more probaMe. The lait stanza, we presume, was aided by or cer respondent: NOTT TO AMANDA. Oh, that I could prevail my fair That we uite our lot! Oh, take a M in, Amanda Mann, And lie a 'double knot.' Your coldness diives me to despair What shall Iio? ah whit! Forjpu I'm c'rovvi:g thin and spare For yi'i I'm a 'p. tie Xjit.' If I should he that you had diel, 'Toui i Vill me on the spot Tetoniy yestetday, I er:eJ, 'Ah! would that she were Nott!' Ti e 'chords' and tendr Is of my heart Arounjthee fondly 'twine' Amanda! heal tili- a ;hiu smirl! Ama'ida, oh te mine! There very ter.-n?, as I cpine, Lefs I e li.ei uear; theie 'corlsanitwin' a hymeneal knots. ".iS3 AMANDA MANN'S REPLY. This life v.e kno is but a fpan, Hence I have been afraid That I should still remain A. Man And die at last a maid. And often to myself I ay On looking rjund, I find There's Noit. a rn in in every way Just suited to my miud; I fain would whisper him apart He'd m.'kt mo blest for life If he would tafce me to his hejrt Audmake A. Mann a wife. Lo.e not, my mother often says. And bo t.x says the song I'll heed the hiit in futur.j dys. Au'lluve yutl well and long. Then oh! let Hymen on the spot, Us chain around me throw And bind nie in a lashing not Titd with a single beau! And now I trive myrelf to yon. And thus unite our lots Tien ti. thoe 'cords and twin' int A ti"zeM little Notts. - Fassy Feen on tue Weviueb Shad - rich, Meshek, and Moloch! how hot it is! I pity Omnibus horses and ministers; I pity iinorati! young mothers with teething babies; I pity the Irish who huddle in a cellar, and take boarders in each corner; I pity consumptive seamstresses who sing the song of the shirt' for six cents per div; 1 pity dandies with light boots; 1 pity cooks and blacksmiths, and red haird people; I pity anybody who dosu't live ia a refi iterator, and hasn't a Fan to tetnper the mi r.
j scream. Alt'. mon dicu: Lo voila: Here Pretty wfll Fur. The N. Y. Diviheis. Traitre monstre! Vat for you B ok takes for its text the extraordinary' runaway from me? Di two or tree year,
mortality among laboring men, from the hot weather and maks this application: Only think of it, thirty-five laboring men oioppiug do'vn dead like over worked hores in our streets. Suppose we fchoutd hear of thirty-five, or even the smaller number, eixteeu negroes in the S tilth dying suddenly from exhaustion or over-work.. Suppose the New Orleans pipers should announce ten n-gtoes lud been worked to death by iheir masters ia Iii hot sun? What a tremendous hue and cry there woul i be raised about it all through the North! livery abolition paper North of Mtsnn and Dixon's line would hve food for six months, and the whole world would resound with the crv of cruelty to the negroes and the inhumanity of the slave ho'ders. JJut such a thing cann.it be;. No owner of slaves would permit them to work themselves to death ia ih? hot sun. It only the free laborer, working for his daily bread, that is pressed ou to such extremes. A mm who? wife and children at horn? are Trailing hungry for the proceeds of his duly toil, in his desperation takes the riW, pushes on, and die with oer exertion."
FOIId'SO A HIVAL.
'The critter loes me! I know she i loves me!' said Jonathan Doubikius. as he I 5a t on the cornfield fence, meditating on ' tije course of his true love, that was rua- ! ning iuat as Shaksneare uIwuvr jviid it did rather roughly. 'If Sukey Peabodyhas taken a shine-, to that giwky, long shank ed, stammrin'. shy critter, Gusso t, just 'cause he's a city filler, she a!nt l!ie I took her for, t hit's sariin. No! its thv old folks dura their ugly picter. 0:J Mr. IVubody w:;s allers a dreadful liighfalutiu criiier. lull of bin notions, and the old mill's 'soft head is driven ahom j by his wife just as our old one yvd rosI ipr n drore ahoot hv- our r;n!arl yrmii i - " - - - j -w--vv.-i Dorkia' hen. But if I don't spile his fun. llieil 1!1V IIHtllH 1111 Jmixtliuii I'm r,. gu. lag down to the city by the railroad next week, an I when I come bak, wuke snakes, ihul'rf all.' The above soliloquy msj serve to give the reader some lighi idej of the Uy of he land,' ia the pleasant village where the speaker resided. Mr. Jonathan Doubikins was a young farmer, well to do ia the world, anJ looking out for a wife, and had been paying his addresses to Miss Si:s.n IVabo ly, ol tint ilk. with a fair prospect of success, when a city arquaiutdnce of the Peabody's, one Mr. Cornelius Gusset, who kept a retail dry goods shop in Hanover street, Boston, hud suddenly made hit appearance ia the field, and commenced the 'cutting out' gme. Dazzled with (the prospects ol becoming a gentle man's j wife, pestered by the importunities of her JuiMUtinj, the village beauty hid begun to waver, when her old lover determined on a hst bold stroke to foil his rival. He went to the city ami returned; of his bu siaess there, he sai 1 nothing, not even to pumping maiden aunt who kept house for him. lie went not near the Feabodys. but labored in his cornfields and g.irvlen, patiently awaiting the result of his machinations. j The next day, Mr. Gusset was sitting wilh the old folks and their 'darter. ' in the room of the IVabody mansion, chatting away as pleasantly a tiny be. when the door opened, and ia rushed a furious Iiish wonnn. 'Js it here ve are. Misther Cornelius' ! she screamed, addressing the astonished Gusset. 'Come, out of that, before I fetch ye. ye spalpeen! is that wlntye promised me afore '.he praste, ye haytlu-a naygur? Cn in mi a' away from me and the childher, ) forsakin ver la wful and wedded wife, ! j-ind runnia after the Yankee girls, ye ini fi del!' i 'Woman, there must be some mistake her,' stammered Gusset, taken all aback by the charge. 'Divel a bit of a mistake, ye sarpint. Oil! wirra! wirru! was it for the like off )e, J sacked little Dinnis McCarthy, who j loved the ground I throd on, and all bei käse you promised to make a lady ov me. j ye thirty thafe of the wurruld. Will ye jcum along to the riilroad station, where I lift little Fatrick, bekase he was too i sick wid .he small nox to cum any furt ther. or will ye wait till I drag ye?' 'Go go alun,' gasped Gusset, 'go, ! ana 1 u loiiow you. I lie thought it best to temporize. j I give ye ten ininiiils. said the viratii it go. 'K ye ain't there, it's my cousin, Mr. Thaddy Mulgruddery, will be after ve. ye thafe!' And awav went this uubidden Rliest. Mr. Gusset was yet engaged in stammering out a denial of all knowledge of the virago, when the p-irlor door opened, and a little black eyed, hatchet faced woman, in a flashy silk gown, and a cap with many ribbons perched on the top of her head, invaded the sanctity of the parlor. 'Is he here? she ciied, in a decided French nccMit. Then she added with a I nevair s?e you, nevair, and my heart brok very bad entirely.' Who a re you?' cried Gusset, his eyes staring out of his head, and shivering from head to foot. 'He asks who I am! 0. ladies! 0. you ver respectable old g-ntilhomme! hear vat he ask! Who am 1? Fetrilied! I am your vife! 1 never se you 'fore so help me Bob, cried Gusset, energetically. "Don't you swear! said deacon Peabody. 'Rf yoa do I'll kick you into fits, by golly. I won't have no profane or vulgar hngu ige in my house.' 0. bless you! bless you! respectable old mtn; drll him he must come viz me. Dell him I her spoke do ze constable. Dell him!' sobs interrupted her utterance. 'It's a psky had business.' said the deacon, chafing with unwonted ire. 'Gusset, you're a rascal!' Take care, Peabody, take care!' said the unfo tunite shopkeeper. I remarked you was a rcfscal. Gusset. You hare gone and married two wives, and that ere's a flat burglary, if I know anything 'about revised statutes.'
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SLi. Two wives? shrieked the French wo mm. Now you clear out of my hou.?, go away to the railroad station, and clear i oui inia jjosioh. i won i nave uouim . i , , . i . i more io no wui ju. "Bat deacon, h?ir m;.' I iluut Vt'ani to hear yon, y? sarpint,9; jcriea tne deacon, stopping nis ears MUi his hands. 'Marrj in two wives, and comj couma u i:iiru: uo ion: Leave ts noiist: Even Mr3. Teabodv, who was inclined! to put in a word for the culnrit. wis si K need. Susan turned from him in h rj ror uJ in utter despair, he lied to ;he j rj ,l "'B t3 tion, hotly pursued clamtrrous ana I h' salKÄ 3 ! body Was Wdlr was overlahen rins, dressed in hs best, and driving Ws fjst going horse be lore his Sunday-go-to-meetin i cliaise lie reined up and a costed lie rr . Hullo. Sj uke! gft in ana take a ridel-; Don't care if i do, Jonathan,' replied1 the young lady, accepti äea t. ug the profiered' ' 'l sav, vou, sau .'onatnan, gruinin,;, -tr.ut ere city filers turned out a pooty up, in i tin It's dreadful, if it's true,' replied the lady. Vou had a narrow escap pursued the old lover, indeed.' she ansvvtred. didn't ye?' 'But he wam't never of r anv account. any how. Wuat do the ol j . d fa!k4i ihi.iL- - about It They hain't said one word since the hour he cleared oui. Forgot that night I drove yet. home from singia' schoolTusked Jonathan, -uddenlv brauchiuLT oHf. Xo 1 hain't,' replied the young lady, blushing and smiling at the Sdtne time. Remember them apples 1 gin you?' Uli. yes." Got a whole orchard of them kind of Iruit, burve, said Jonathan sugg siively, Susan was si.ent. j Go lang, exclaimed Jonathan, putting! the braid on the horse. j Hive you any idea where you are going to, Suite?" , I'm going to the village.' j No you ain't, you're g"in long here j with me. W litre to?' Frovidence. And you don't come back till you're Mrs. Doubikius, no how you can fix it, Susan.' How you talk, Jonathan.' 'Dam the old folks!' cried Jonathan, putting on lbs string again. 'Ef I was to leave you with them much longer, they'd be t.-adiug you off to some feller that's got half adoz. wives already.' The next day, as Mr. and Mrs. Doubikt us were returning home in the chaise, Jonathan said, confidentially; May as well tell you now, Suke, for 1 hain't any secrets from you, that (usset never seed them women afore the day they earn stompin' into your house and bowed him out. I had, though. Cjst ttl I tl j vv,m Q ani j xpe,n lh?v Ji)aJ u me ten uo.idts, oy inuujt.r: l toia em well. Old Gusset rn35" be a sharp storekeeper, but if lie expects lo get uhead : of Jonathan Doubikius, he must gst up a i plaguey sight airlier of mornings.' j i. ' Mrs. Grumble's Soliloquy. ' There's no calculating the difference between men and women boarders. tlere's Mr. Jones, been in my house these six mouths, and no more trouble to me than mv grev kitten. If his bed is shook up once a week, and his coats, cravats, love-letters, cigars, and patent-leather boots lift undisturbed ia the middle of the floor, he is as contented as a peda gogue in vacation tune. Take a wonnii to board, (if it is per-j fectly convenient) she would like drapery instead of drop-curtains; she'd like the v. indows altered to open at the top, and a wardrobe for her flounced dresses, and a few more mils and another shelf in her closet, and a cricket to put her feet ou, and a little rocking-chair, and a big look-ins-glass, aud a pea-green shade for her J gas-burner. ''She would like breakfast about ten minutes later than your usual hour; tea ten minutes earlier, and the gong, which shocks her net ves so, altogether dispensed with, 'Shi can't drink coffee because it is exhilaiating; bromi is too insipid, and chocolate loo heavy. Sue don't fancy coco. English breakfast tea is the only beverage which agrees with her delicate spinister organization. She can't digest a roast or fried dish; she might possibly peck at an egg, if it wre boiled with one eye on the watch. Pastry she never eats, unless she knows from what dairy the butter came, which enters into its composition. Every article cf food prepared with butter salt, pepper, mustard, vinegar or oil; or bread that is mads with yeast, soda, milk or saleratus, she decidedly rejects. "She is constantly washing out little duds of laces, collars, handkerchiefs, chemisettes, and stockings, which $he
luli-Uint r rencti worn ;i. to do is, to wiaa them up mine irornuia ti!i,1(T n hie .nhiti.m Mpnt, v .i lung..!...! ii..n lu
ftemoon as Miss Susan F-; with a powerful cup of coffee, give them ( leilui as he pUähes aiul uree8Y:s wav nakf snow-balls with her little purpU
fing toward the village, sie j cartt blanche to smoke, and d niht-kcy, on to competence and fortune. Darin I nalldS' varmin. 'n"7
by Mr. Jonathan Douli- and your work is done." ; au tjis lI:n3 (ie forcels lhdt hp ,ro.vill, j a s uiicient proiecuon iron, uie pier-
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- j Jestoons up to the froat windows to dry; giving passers-by the impression thdt your nous is occupied by a then jerks the bell-wire for an hour or I r i rt . . more lor reiays or not smoouung irons, to put the finishing stroke on her opera . - t.."5!;e oTirn afflicted with interesiing - nmecoi,!?, ami mtiueuzas, requiring tri i nine, iiite consolation of a dose of hot le.uonace or gin-er lea; caoosmg ner time ur t;i?se complaints wiien tne kitcben fire has gone out, and the servants are on - : a furlouuli. Oh! uoboJv knovvs but those wno've tried, how immensely trouble - ,' some women are! I'd rather have a whole Fansy Feen Singular Discovery. Thfre is nothing n3r u; .. . ;r tiie sun. The American comn. which attracted so much attention at the Great Exhibition of lSol, and which by producing a vacuurn by means of the airpuuin. was thought to be an entirely new method of preserv - ; ing a corpse from decay, his been just prove-j to irive Deeu Known in tr.e miui die ages. While demolishing, a short time ago, the old church of the ancient ; Welch College, at Helmstedt, ner Bruns - j wick, a coCia made of lead, the iid of ! which v;i-! of ."lass, of imimn thickness, I. -.MtHinpd tl.P ho.lv f a v....n3 nirl.n. - C ' - D"'i- ' ' mruntiv niimit ii-ui vu i."j..o nh:..u UWUH1.111V jiuisuiiijj. , ".in still preserved every appearance of youth and freshness, although the coffin bore date 14G1, ; A private letter fr?m a bystander tells ! us that "the face and figure of the child were perfect as in life, not a sign of decay being visible throughout the whole person. The cheek preserved its delicate rose-tint the fore herd its saowy whiteness. The hair, which was of a beauti ful gold color, was parted on the brow, I and fell in Ions ringlets over the bosom, i crisp airl fresh as though the child had laid down to sleep the moment before. T;-,e dress of white satin, embroidered in gold flowers, the shoes of white velvet. the Uce upruu, all seemed bright as it ne .v.'y purchased; and more astonishing still, th bunch of lillies held in the hand of the corpse still looked as fresh and moist as though the dew still hung upon it. T;ie workmen engaged in the demolition of the building were struck with awe, and immediately went in quest of the chief magistrate of the place, who soon arrived on the spot accompanied by several cf the inhabitants. Unfortunate ly. the worthy functionary having recently baen mad? tha victim of a practical joke ia the town, and being half suspicious that the same thing was intended, would not believe the reality. ud seizing a Rpade from the baud of one of the workmen, who stood near, dealt a heavy blow upon the lid of the coffin, and smashed one or two of the diamond shaped panes of glass of which it was composed, in a moment, ana while yet we gazed, a thin cloud of dust or vapor. J a wrealh of smoke rose up from thJ coffin, and dimmed the siirit. veiliuz the corpse from our view. When it had disi ! appeared, we nothing re ma gazect ttownwarus in ave. t i lined of what had struck us ! with so much interest and wonder all had vanished, and left nought behind but a heap of discolored dust, a few rags of tis,.i, and on?- or two dried bones! The rage and despair of Herr Wthe great antiquary and bavant of the place, knew no bounds. He did his best to collect the fragments that remained, anil that same evening the coffin was conveyed to Brunswick, where it will, no doubt, form one of the greatest ornaments ! of the museum. There appears no doubt that Iht high preservation of the corpse had been produced by the abstraction of a!i air from the cotän. and it is supposed that the child belonged to some great Professor of ihe University, who had performed the experiment in secret, as it is curious that amid all this pains and care concerning the bodv of the child, no means should have been taken to preserve her name from oblivion. No name is engraved upon the coffin not even the initials nothing but the date of the year in which she died or was buried, (14GI.) London Atlas. A Human Candle. The Chinese Repository tells a very singular story of the punishment inflicted on a Chinese criminal. His offence, it seems, was unpardonable, and it was determined to make an example of him. Consequently he was wound round with cotton, saturated with tallow, having been dipped till he presented the appearance of a gigantic candle, wasstuc:; upon his father's grave, and lighted. Of course, the poor fellow perished in kIow torture. Was ever device heard of. so completely diabolical! The body of Joseph Avery, the unfortunate man who last took the awful plunge over the great cataract, hat been found, near the suspension bridge. The body was much disfigured.
by the regiment ot men hoarders. All you have more have become necessarv. S- he Roes , UV , uui B1,IT
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i Hie Man Kctiltd ifOIl! Business. i Almost everv man sets out in life with the determination, xvhen a certain sum has been accumulate,' to r-iir from the I " ------ cares of business, and eniov the balanc
- ' of his davs ..0fBi Ji,itnr, " v.c'!down tenement, my attention was attrac-
, - vcrbVkVWa J . v ions of sunny farms and rural retreats are ' ever before him but unfortuna'elv few ; m, hve the courage, when the required sum hashppn nh':.inl - retire. In the course of years, new tastes h.tv hn smmr.i ; P( tn the humM- ratal., Iii I wv VUtui-fuv 1flll llllllll i h- mmmn.-i nr. ti,- ! i become a suburban residence, with coach j houses, stables, &c, anda few thousands
11,. . . r .. his tastes and habits are becomtns continned in business life, so that when he " does muster up the firmness to yield his place ia the business world to votincer ! men, he is about as nuhappy a mortal as j one could meet on a summer's day. . It j3 related of a tallow chandler of ; London, who had accumulated a fortune and retired to his vi a. that tme hun:' j so heavy upon his hands that he used to j have a meliinz lav once a week, and mak? j his own candles, for amusement. He j had probably neglected through his life tn lav i.i anr. ,f i .1 im j ii i u niivo II, uit . hisiiiiii ,...r -.1:.,.. - mn. u Unit iui icouiii. ui Uiillinisc MCi. : , i. - i . - . 'r . aiü iiu iiiiiiu as v. riias ms notKciior pare the purposes of a life of leisure. His great object had been to make enough to retire, without careing to provide something to retire with. That man alone can hope to enjoy u pleasant leisure in the evening of his days, who lias intellectual mean3 of en-( joy me nt always at command. He must, j or should, be satisfied " ith a comfortable j independence, and Ieae the cares of busJ iness in the meridian of life- if he can ...vd uiv, iiitiiuiaii v) i ii ici t lie i a before he becomes so thoroughly habituateil to a certain routine, to deviate from which, or to leave instead of comfort or happiness, would only make him miserable and discontented. N. 0. Delta. The Little Child's Soliloquy. Wish my mamma would please keep me warm. My little bare legs are very cold ith theso lace ruffles; they are not half as r.ice as black Jim's woolen stockings. Wish I had a little pair of warm rubbers; wish I had a long sleeved Bpron, for bare neck ami arms; wisn l mignt aast? my cur.s out i - . ..... i .1 oi my eyes, or nave tnein cut ou. w isn my dress would stay up on my shoulders. and that it was not too nice for me lo get on the floor to play nine pins. Wish my mamma would go to walk with mei sometimes, instead of Betty. Wish she would let me lay my cheek to hers, if I would not tumble her curls on her collar. Wish she would not promise me something "very nice." always forgets all about it. Wi'sh she would answer my questions, and not always say, "Don't bore me, Freddy." Wish when we go out in the country, she wouldn't make me wear my gloves lest I should tan my h .uds. Wish she would not tell me that all the pretty flowets will "poisen me:"' wish I could tumble on the bay; aud go into the barn and see how Dobbin eats his supper. Wish I was one of those little fritby pigs. Wish I could make pretty dirt pies. Wish there was not a bit of lace, or satin, or silk in the world. Wish I knew what makes mamma look so smiling at aunt Emma's children. (who come in their papa's carriage.) and so very cross at my poor little cousins, whose mother works so hard, and cries so much. Wisii I knew what makes the clouds stay up in the sky, and where the stars go in the daytime. Wish I could go over that hill, where the bright suu is going down, and just touch it with my finger. Wish I didn't keep thinking of things that puzzled me, when nobody will stop to tell me the reason for anything. If 1 ask Betty, she says. "Don't be a fool, Master Freddy." 1 wonder if I am a fool? I wonder if Betty knows much herseil? I wonder why mamma don't love her own litle boy? I wonder when I'm grown a mau, if I shall have to look so nice all the time, and be so tired of doing noth ing? Fanny Fern. The Toor Mail's Music. BV HANNAH E. BR AD BLR Y. One writer very broadly asserts that 'the poor man's only music is the sound of the v llage bells. He probably thought that poverty destroyed the sense of hearing, so that the rich gush of unwritten music w hich floats around us could only be enjoyed by those who possess a certain amount of money. He might have failed to recognize the sweet music ol birds aud bees, of winds and waves, and therefore imagined that music was produced alone by the organ, piano, or harp. Probably none of us are wilting to admil that poverty blunts the sensibilities; and lb poor man can enjoy the criket's song beside his hearth, the tea-kettle's merry w histle, and the prattle of his joyous-hearted children as truly as the rich
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man. But Charles Lamb suys: -Tha children of the very poor never prattle! I was walking a few days since in on of the most neglected lanes of our city, and while passing a miserable, tumbl f , . . . m . . t . , I h I K a m i c i I I ti it h nl a r h i I I t- i C3me boun(,inS inl xht slreet close by mr side. S!ie was a fair, delicate crea ture, beautiful as Mrs. Stow's Evancei line, but clad in the tattered garments of j abject poverty. i Sile vv,re neither hood nor shawl, and . . lilt ef 'OJ'-S curls were rudely Mown n.i mt. t,le wln'- 11 te,ne'1 -ruel to exPosetsnch 8 frail creature to our (1.1 11 iL . ... ' ' . . . , , . t nnror u' i i an iya tit. nit , c ennn i fr nun a wood-saw in his hand. The little giil instantly bounded forward, exclaiming, I came to meet you. ppa,' and seizing the band which he held to her. with one bound she was in his j arms, her soft cheek resting lovingly against the rough, wcalher-beateu face of the man, I stopped lo look tl the delighted father as he walked triumphantly along with his precious burden, listening to the soft, musical tones which welcomed him from a w oria o; ion. noi couia 1101 ueip I, r . I 11 11 .1. 1 . . 1 . . 1. 1 c r 1 n c w h e t h e r Ch a 1 1 e s Li m b, 1 f he had seen the sight, would not have made an exception to his unqualified assertion, that 'the children of the very poor never prattle.' Did that poor man sigh for other music than the joyous laugh of his child, or th subdued, tender tones ol his gentle wife? Is not the voice of affection sweeter far than the organ's richest notes? Has not our merciful Father given his poor a world of music; which money canj j ' The Mother's Last lesson. Will you please teach me my verse, mamma? and kiss me and bid me good night1?' Raid littb Roger L as ha opened the door and peeped c autiously into the chamber of his sick mother: 'lam very sleepy, but no one bus heard me say my prayers.' Mrs. L was very ill; indeed her attendants believed h r dying. She sat propped up with pillows, and struggling for breath; her lips were white; her eye were orowjnÄ dull and "lazed. She wa a widow, and little Roer was her only, ! ber darling child. Every nihl hi had ! sa .k. ik;i f ;,un ih nm and sitting in her lap, or kneeling by her side, while she repeated passages from God's holy word, or related to him stories of the wise and good mea spoken of in its pages. 'Hush! hush! said a woman who was watching beside her couch. 'Your dear mother is too ill to hear you to-night!' As she said this she came fjrward and laid her hand gently upon his arm as if she would lead him from the room. 1 cannot go to bed w ithout saying my prayers indeed I cannot. The ear of the dying mother caught the sound. Although she had been nearly iusensible to every thing transpiring around her. the sobs of her darling aroused her from her stupor, and turning to a fuend. she desired her to briiig her little son and lay him on her bosom. Her request was granted, and her child's crimson cheek and golden head nestled beside tha pale, cold face of the dying mother. Roger, my son, my darling child,' said the dying mother, 'repeat this verse aftet ine, and never forget it; 'When my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will take me up.' The child repeated it distinctly two or three times, and said his little prayer. Then he kissed the cold, almost ri"id features before him aud went quietly to his couth. The next morning he sought, as usual, his mother, but he found her stiff and cold. This was her last lesson; He has never forgotten it; he probably never will. He has grown to be a man, a good man, and now occupies a post of much honor aud profit in Massn hiipttp Sucking. Some men m-verge, wean ed. When they are babies, they suck their mothers; when middle aged they suck the old man; when advanced in yart they suck a long-legged pipe. A nipplo of some kind seems iudispensible to their happiness. To the abore the editor of the South Carolinian adds: Yes. and just as soon as the down mukes its appearance on their chins, and collarg begin to sprout under their ears, they all take to Bucking straws, one end in their mouths, and the other in mint-Juleps and such things. Hoosierdoom Ahead! According to th Niles Republican the market for new wheat opened in that town at 70 to 75c. In this place, at Llkhart, and ia Bris'ol the opening price was 60 centf, and wc learn that it has now run as high s ?9o for the best. Gtthen Z)n,
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