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A Family NewspaperDevoted to Education, Agriculture, Commerce, Markets, General Intelligence, Foreign and Domestic News. VOL. 4. NO. 8.1 PLYMOUTH, INDIANA, THURSDAY, MAY 10, 1855. WHOLE NO. 1G4.

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AuntM.ry and I lived all olone in i and I said: -Aunt Mary, you're thinking our littlo cottage. It was the quaintest j aboul something." old house, with green blinds and gray j h smiled her own sweet, loving gables, the wild vine toiling up its fides, smile and bending down, kissed my with scarlet b-tries flashing like red stars j forehead, and said: You have guessed among the dark green leaves. j rightly. Ally. I have bem trying to deThere were two chesluut trees that , vs some method by which I might send stood all summer before the front door, Harry school, but this is not so easy like tall friars wiih green stoles folded j a matter as I see, by the sparkling of over their bosoms; acd on either fide of ,,,os,i b'l,e '". that you think it is. the gravel-walks, harebells and daffodils j Harr7 Willard's mother was not alrvays made a ruining of gotd and purple down i Poor. 83 she is ow: anJ she is very to the little wicket. ' proud, too and, nnd unless I could repOb. it was fx happy home to me! I resent his going in the light of a favor sit here and close my eyes, and. looking j Jorie to mt I do not think I could obdown tn the far land of my memory. 1 j ta her consent to this matter.' see the quaint gibles. the great trees, and "But you can think of some way, I

the golden rufmne, chining clear through! the light and darkness of the years that lie betweeit it and the present. Just down tins road I could see it from my chamber window ;vas a red frame house, with the moss of half a century growing thick on its sloping roof. The building was considerably dilapidated; s:ill it had a cosy, old fashioned look of a summer's morning, when the suushine used to gild the eaves, nnd plate with gold the great weather stained dorr. Mrs. Wi'.larl and Harry lived in the red house; he was her only son. and she was a widow. They were very poor all the village, knew this; but Mrs. Willard manaeed to obtain a somewhat pre o . ' carious livelihood for herself and child by taking in plain sowing, and as she sometimes fitted Aunt Mary's dresses and mine, and Harry always came for and returned these, I became acquainted with him. Henry Willnrd was a strange boy. He did not liugh and play as other boys of his age do; he was only two years older than !: and there was an air of mingled pride nn l timidity in his man ner, a shadow on his young face, and a melancholy earnestness in his large dark eyes which arrested my attention, and wakened my sympathy the first time I saw him. We were both uattirallv shr. and so Harrr rame anri apnt lim-c Wh! the littla bundles; and I sat in a chair by Aunt Mary's sid, getting surreptitious glances of the pale mournful face, and wondering greatly why it was not like other boys, before the l-ast overtures ! for acquintance were made on either side. But Aunt Miry, vhos heart seemed alvaj3 overflowing with kindness and sympathy for every human being, had taken a great fancy to Harry Willard: and one day, just as he was leaving, after Having discharged the commission on -which Li. mother had sent him. she FuddenJysaid :o Tie: "Alice, you had better go out with Harry, and make a boquet for Mrs WilUrd. Don't you like flowers. Harry?" Yes. Mi'.m, very much, thank tou," replied the boy; nnd then his eyes" were full of a strange beautiful light as he placed them full on Aunt Marv's. So, we went into the gnrden together; and there we talked for the first time, while we gathered mignonette and roses; end Harry held the flowers while I tied the blue ribon around the stems. After this our reserve wore gradually away; and Harry became a frequent, always n welcome, visitor at our house. We would sit for hours under the great restless shadows of the chestnut trees, while he would talk to me in his stranirn dreamr way of the stars, that seemed to him like golden stairs on which the angels came down to earth; of the strange mu3ic Lis heart could henr in the vind. music that rose in the spring-time to a mighty jubilee; and it flowed over the fields. nd they crew ereen; and the vio lets opened their eyes and made purple seams in the grass. In the summer. Har said this music grew into a glorious pstlm. filling the forest and the woods; and when the autumn canie, it swelled into a grand stream, thnt went tolling up the bills and along the valleys; and there was nothing like it hut the moan of the the great church organ, floating through the aisles of the village church when the choir sang the doiology. . . ' And Urrys , hroTn eyes would grow

so large, and kindled with such astrange light as he talked of these! and then he would top suddenly, and the old shadow 8,1(1 sadness would come Into them, arid

i he would tell me how he loved to read ; books; and how there was a strange hunpoor, and I cannot go to school, and nobody knows how I feel, and nobody cares for me but mnmma. And then I would j draw up close to Harry nnd saj: "Don't ; talk so, please. Harry, for it makes me feel RO bad. besides. U isn't true, for Aunt Mary lores you. and so do I, and I know jou'Il grow up to be a great man, and have as many books as you want, and study everything too!" Then Harry would lift his face to mine and there would be such a glow all over it! And his lip would quiver when he said: ''Ally, your words elways make me feel happy. God bless you!" and my heart always beat lighter when he said those words. Tjut one day. when Aunt Mary was nirkini over" some rnoeberries for rl,Klng sonf gOOSeoerneS lor supper, and I sat by her side, hemming an apron for my new doll, I told her nil I that Harry had said to me. I noticed j she seemed very thoughtful after this; J and, at last, I looked up, and saw that j she was running her fingers in an absent j manner through the pan of gooseberries, now " can. Aunt Mary. Harry so longs to go," I eagerly answered, for 1 plated the most unbounded confidence in Aunt Mary'6 diplomatic resources. Well, -4lly, I had just thought of a plan when you spoke, which, on reflection, seems the best calculated of any to succeed. I have fell for some time thai my darling ought to commence some higher studies than those she is learning of me; but it is a long way to the village school, and M And you are going to have Harry go too. to take care of mf! Oh. I'm so glad, Aunt Mary!" I interrupted, springing up and clapping my hands; an involuntary ebulitiou of my excited fee'ings. Aunt Mary's smile verified my remarks. nrl ana at sunset on thnt very day. she wem cown 10 ine reu r.ouse, ana nau a long talk with Mrs. Willard. The star was just coming over the - ia ia ; great hill at the side cf our home, a sin gle golden drop in the sea of blue, when Aunt Mary returned, and informed me that her mission had been a successful one, and that Harry and I were to enter the villege school the. enduing week. Oh, that Monday morning's sunlight shone not on two happier hearts than Harry's and mine, when we shut the white wicket of our cottage-home, and, hand in hand, took the road .leading to the village school, pausing eery few rods to send a smile or kiss to Aunt Ma ry. who stood in the front door, watching us with her loving eyes until we were clear' out of sight. Very happy were we two for the next six months; very tender and watchful was Harry's care for me; and very won derful was Harry's progress in his stud ies, distancing all his classmates, and grt-atlY surprising his teacher, while the light beamed more brightly, and the shadow went more and more from his face, which he would turn to me sometimes !an d say. in his sudden, abrupt manner; 'I.. 1 rv hinnr nnwl" But. at the expiration of six months, there came the darkness of the shadow of death over all their brightness. It was evening. Aunt Mary sat in her old seat by the window, and I stood by her side, watching the round moon OS she came slowly up the blue ridge; on either side of which lay the silver looped and gray-fringed clouds, when Harry Willard burst into the room, and every muscle of his white face seemed working with terrible suffering, as he sprang to Aunt Mary's side, saying wildly: Uh, please go to her, please go to her quick, for my mother is dying." With a half-suppressed exclamation, Aunt Mary seized a shawl, and hurried after Harry, who hd rushed out the house. I was all alone, with the white moon looking in at the window, and plating with silver the backs of the chairs; and in the hilf, darkness a great fear came ver me. I could not endure the stillness and the ghostly moonlight, so I seized my bonnet, and followed Aunt Mary as rapidly as my trembling limbs would per ait. I shall never cease to trm.mh.. vscene which presented itself as I entered the red house. Mrs. Wiliard was sit. ting in a chair in one cornr of the long old-fashioned parlor, her head resting on Auut Mary's bosom, who was striving to wsDe awav the current of blood which ; issued from her xhilo lipt. Harry's words were but ioo true! His mother was , dying of i sudden hemorrhage if the lungs. . . .

But once the dim eyes unclosed, and the cold fingets moved convulsively. 'Harry," gasped the dying woman, as the bOy buried his head, with a heart breaking sob, hi her lap. "I am gorng home. Oht Qod, forget not thy covenant With the fatherltss." Again the cold fingers moved convulsively arnid his brown curls there was a faint sigh the head leaned more, heavily on Aunt Mary. Harry Willard wns motherless! Two daj3 later, they buried Mrs. Willard. It was a pleasant autum day, and the winds soughed through the tangled grass of the churchyard, and the eunbeam9 g'. in ted brightly along the marble, where llmy's mother was laid down to that slumber which no sunlight could ever awaken. Poor Harry! He did not weep then; but he stood there, his frame quivering like a broken bouh, when the clods rattled on the coffin. There was a corner in that same churchyard to which Aunt Mary and 1 often glanced through our tears: for there, under those drooping willows. wi:h their white hands folded calmly over their hearts, my father and mother were sleeping that sleep which knows no earthly waking. We could not dissuade Harry from s'eeping at the house "just down the road;' but he passed most of the week subsequent to his mother's death at our cottage. He grew calmer every day; but none who looked in the boy's sad eye could doubt of the great heartache beneath them. One morning he came over as usual, and tolJ my aunt that he had resolved to leave the village, now that he had no relatives (how his voice trembled) to keep him here.

It was all useless trying to dissuade him from this, for the boj's heart was set on going; and he said he had lain awake, in the darkness and loneliness of the red house, thinking how he would carve out his own fortune; so, at last Aunt Mary ceased her verbal opposition, and set herself about preparing the boy's wardrobe for his journey; and disposed to the best advantage his mother's simple furniture. It was an October morning. The gieat fruitladen branches were dipping downward, almost within our reach, when Harry Willard and I. stood under them for the last time. You will not quite forget me. Harry," I said, swallowing down the sob that was in my throat, "when you are so faraway, and you'll think sometimes of the village school, and the garden, and the old tees where you used to sit, won't you?" "Forget you, Ally!" and his arm was drawn around my waist, and the brown eyes looked earnestly, almost reproach fully, into mine; 'you whom I love better than anybody in the world, now that mamma is gone! Oh, Ally, I 6hall be lying under the grass, as deep and still as she is, this pleasant morning, before 1 can forget you, aad Aunt Mary, and all your kindness to me, a pooi little faiherles, friendless boy! Ally, 1 have passed the happiest hours of my life with you; and now, Won't you give me one of those long cürls that has lain for years against your cheek? And I will place it on my heart, and It will always keep warm for you. Don't cry. Ally, dear," for the tears were dripping down my chetks, is I took Aunt Mary's garden scissors, which she had inadvertently left on a rustic bench under the tree, and severed the tress. "I'll come back to you when I've grown to be somebody you'll be proud of;" and his form dilated. "But hark! There comes the stage, and Aunt Mary is calling;" and tears trickled on his heavy lashes, as heran toward the house. "Good bye( Ally' "Good bye, Harry." We stood under the small vine wrapped ponico; and he kissed me twice, and then he ran hastily toward the gate, for the driver was late and cross. I heard the rumbling of wheels, and saw through my tears the floating of a handkerchief: and Harry Willard was gone, and the red house "down the road" wis desolate. - 4 Eight years had passed since that morning, when Harry Willard and I murmured our tearful farewells under the vine-wrapped portico. They had noi been all bright years to me: there Was a great shadow trailing through the later ones, üf1 til th is wns lost, swallowed up in darkness, the darkness of death. Our home, our darling cottage home went first. Henry, the former owner of the place, was a hard man, and the bill of sale was lost, so it fell into his bends.. Aunt Mary stugglad very hard to bear up under this blow; but it was a very heavy one leaving the home of her fathers; and after it. she always smiled a sad, penitent, heart-broken smile, that brought the tears to my eyes, and said: God's will be done! ' Iter health, which had been failing her for a long time, gave way at last. There came another autumn day: and the wind soughed through the tangled grass of the churchyard; and the sunlight glinted along the white marble, just as it had done on a day far down in my memory, when they laid Aunt Mary under the willows to sleep. After this, I, too, was ill for a long time with a fever; and some kind neighbors took roe to their homes, and watched over me during that long illness almost s tenderly as Aunt Mary would have done. . My father had a widdowed sister, who resided at the capital, and of whom I seldom heard; but 1 knew that Auat Mary had written her a few day. before she left me, although she did not reveal to me the nature of her communication.

But When I was able to 6it up, they ptneed ti letter, in a stfange handwriting, before me. It contained an invitation (I tried to think it was a cordial one) (rom this aunt to make hef residence my future home. The. kiitd family with whom I had resided bince my aunt's death were not wealthy, and so. after many prophetic misgivings, I resolved to accept the home thus offered itie. I came to the city, reader, a loi.ely orphan girl, without a friend outside the little Village, which it almost broke my heart to leave. But the proud mansion, whose tall stone front looked down coldly and sternly Upon me when I ascended the bruad step, and glanced up at it for the first

time, was no home fur me. I soon per teived that my aunt and her two fair; haughty daughters regarded me as an un welcom dependent upon their bounty, whom it would in no wise avail their interest to recognise: and some times I wished that I was lvinc under the wil-! av' iiiuvg

lows, close oh, so very close! to Aunt : the curls from my forehead just as he had Mary. May God forgive me! fori was don? in the olden time, he saidvery wretched. "Alice my sweet child-angel, what has brought you here? And what hr.s Then' Julia, vou are sure we may de- j taken tho smile out of those blue eyes, pend upon his honoring our soiree with) and brought this sadness over the face, his presence?' 'J the dear face, that has always haunted -iVrfectly so. Annie. Mr. Lee. who my dreams? Look up, darling, and tell is, you know, his most intimate friend, me." says we may rely upon him for nextTues-i But I did not look up, and could not day. though he had to refuse several oth- j have seen him if I had, for my blinding er invitations in order to accept ours. j tears; but 1 laid my head on his arm. How he is ftted and worshiped every- j while he drew the other around me. and

where! I'm sure I shall be erateful to Mr Lee forever. I am resolved that our soiree shall be the most brilliant of the season. So distinguished a guest certain' ly demands an extra effort on our part. Dear me, Alice, I had quite forgotten you;" and the tone and the glance that accompanied this remark were ample evidence that the. reminder was anything but agreeable to my cousin. '0f course, you won't think cf entering the parlors next Tuesday evening. The society there will b so very unliko anything to which you have been accustomed in that little out-of ihe-world village, that you would find yourself sadly out of place. Then there is a young and. very distinguished orator to" be present, about whom the fashionable world is Just now in ec.staciesj and you couldn't of course, expect us to present you to him. But you can make yourself' useful in some way, I dare say. The servants will be very busy, end after the company have all arrived, you can go Into the dressing oom and arrange the cloai and hats, so that the owners need not have so much difficulty in identifying them as they did at our last party. 1 always look forward with dread to that fii.ale of confusion." I bowed my head and left the room, for the tears were coming; aiid I would not thai they should Se e them. "Oh, Aunt Mary! Annt Alary! if you could see your little Alice now!" I groaned in the agony of my heart, as 1 laid my throbbing hfad on the arms 1 wrapped together on the table. And then I resolved t would return to my village home, though all the light had gone out of it. Now my health, which 1 had not gained ivhen I came to my aunt's, was restored, ccd I though that 1 could establish an infant school in my old home, and for Aunt Mary's sake the inhabitants would aid me in the matter. It waa evening. All alone in my chamber at one corner of the mansion. I could hear the hurrying to and fro of

many feet, and Hie rumbling of the carriage-wheels, as they drew up before the door. Below me, I knew, that the chandeliers were pouring their floods of silvery light through the magnificent drawing rooms, and flowing over fair young brows, and winding through the through the ringlets that drooped around them. I thought of the light hearted girls here, of my own age; and I envied them not their happiness, not their riches, but the love that was denied to me; and sometimes, when a swell of rich laughter would come rippling up the the vinding 6tairs to my chamber. I would bury my face in my hands and weep. And sometimes, I thought of him for whom all this beauty and chivalry were assembled; and then I would wonder if. amid all that homage and adulation, his heart would not grow mournful a moment, were he to know that, under that very same roof, a broken-hearted orphan girl was sitting, with no companions but her memories and her tears! At last, I grew tery uneasi, and sitting there with my head restitig on my hands, I fell asleep, and dreamed I was sitting with Aunt Mary by our old cottage window once more. It must have been very late when I awok, for I could hear the tide of company slowly setting up from the dininghall into the parlors; and, remembering the task which my cousin had assigned me. I seized a light and hurried down the back stairs to the dressing-room. It presented to me a scene of almost hopeless confusion; but I had at last succeeded in arranging the garments so they would readily be recognized by the owners, when I heard footsteps hastily approaching the door, and vainly looked round to find some mode of egres9. You did well. Lee, to smuggle me out o the room as you did; but necessity knows not the law of conventionalisms, oud I must hurry off without taking leave of my hostess and her daughters. Here are our hats; lucky we've found them.". I Blood in one corner, with the l'rghl iu my hand, so the gentlemen did not observe me; and I, was internally congratulating my self on this, when the younger of the men, who had previously spoken, j turned again, sying . . -7 -. ; Wait a moment; I put my. cane in

this Corner, and had well nigh forgotten It. Madam!" He paU3ed sudenly, for he hnd discovered me. I lifted my bycs.nnd the light fell full on his features, and we stood there (nee to face. One glance yet another, intnse breathless, Into those brown, deep eyes that were fastened eagerly, wondering on mifle and thn 1 know him. Time had moulded the contour of ihe pale boy-face into that of early manhood, nnd sofisned and deepened the light o( tho.e Wondrous eyes; but I knew they were Harry Willard's. Alice!" "Harry! The word; came involuntarily to the lips of both; nnd then, with that voice the memories of other days rushed darkly

over my heart, and the tears I could not restrain brimmed over my eyes. lit made a sign to Mr. Lee, who stood staring from one to another, to leave us, saying, "I will join you soon." And then J " (j - - - j ' - j - m - - he came close to me, and putting away I saidHarry, our old home ic gone, and Aunt Mary is dead, and 1 am here all alone, friendless, and very wretched.'1 But friendless no longer, Alice," he answered, in his deep, thrilling tones. "Did you think I could forget you you, whose memory has dwelt as constant in my heart as the dark brown curl you gave me has risen and fallen with its every pulsation since? Hark! they have discovered my absence, and I must leave you. Alice, say nothing to any one of this meeting: I will come to you again. When shall you be alone?" "To morrow evening," I said, recollecting that my aunt and cousins were engaged at that tim; "After eight 1 shall be alone.' "Farewell till then." He bent down his Ups to my forehead, and the next moment 1 was alone--aiune, but no longer wretched. . Ii was evening again; there was a deep hush in the stately parlors, nnd a lamp poured its soft, dim light over'.hc massive furniture and anion the gorgeous flowers of the carpet, as I stole softly in'.o them, and awaited, with heart throbs that almost alarmed me, the comeing of Harry Willard. I did not keep a long watch that night. In a little while, we were seated together in one of the dim alcoves of the great room, my hand was lying in his, and I was telling him the story of the years since we parted. It was a mournful h'story, and the tears often choked it, and sobs closed many n paragraph. At last I concluded it with the relation of the previous night's sufferings, of the unkind words my cousin had spoken, and of my wondering if even the great orater. whose name I did not know, would not have felt a momentary pang for my sorrows. There was a long siience after 1 had said this, but at last Harry broke it. Alice' he said there was a look in the eyes he bent on me rhal brought the lids over mine, ''while the world has been dealing thus hardly wiih you, it has been very kind to me, after a year or two of hard strugling. which it matters not now to talk of. Have you forggotten the words that I said to you under the pear-tree, the morning that we parted? 'I love you better than any other in the world.' And the heart of man echoes to night the words of the boy. Alice, my beautiful, loved with a true, changeless love tny first and tny last during all the long years of our seperation, will you take this love will you be my wifeV I conld not make him answer for ray tears; but I laid both my hands la his, and he was satisfied. "They have sent for yoa to come down to the parlor, Miss in a great hurry." said a servant, putting her head into my room the next morning while 1 sat Inert dreaming of Harry. Wondering greatly what my aunt and cousins could want, 1 descended to the parlor; but I heard my aunt say, as I entered "I am confident, Mr. Willard, you will not find this person the one of whom you are in quest, nnd the mistake in your imformation will probably be owing to their similarity of names." My aunt and her daughters. Mr. Lee and Harry, were all there. As soon as the latter saw me, he rose, took my hand, and, leading me op to these, said Permit me, madam, and young ladies, to present to yotr Alice Mernin, my affianced bride?' Never shall I forget the took of mingled surprise and consternation which settled over nry aunt's and cusins' features, as they heard this declaration. Why didn't you tell us. Alice? Why druVt you tell us?" they simultaneously ejaculated; and then a light began graderally to dawn on my mind. I lookbd at Harry, and the mischievous light that filled his eyes corroborated my suspicions. He was the "distinguished orator" in whose honor my cousins soiree had been given. Oh, I 6hed proud and happy tears before them all her I knew it! My haughty ralatives never, recovered from the mortification whieh Harry's revelation gave them; but tho prestige of my elatiomhip , was discovered too Jala,

though 1 was overladen with atiention and caressed for the lemainiftg few days of my sojourn with them. Harry nnd I were married the next week at his friend's. Mr. Lee. Where his old homo stood, a fine Grecian villa now rises; the columbine wraps

us ua.coi.ie8. ana ine noneysucK.e tis! the civ.mpl.in Canal, was spending a portico, and at nightfall Harry and ltew days, cne winter, at Montreal, and to

wander through the lone garden aisles. and the stars look down upon us with the same smile that they wore in our childhood, nnd Harry's eyes ore filled with their dd light ns 1 lean on h"i3 arm, and we talk about the old days and the old red house 4just down the road." The Xewjpapcr. In no other way can so much, so varied, so useful information be imparted, and under circumstances so favorable for educating the child's mind, as through a judicious, well conducted newspaper. To live in a village, was. once, tobe shut up and contracted. But now a man may be a hermit and yet a cosmopoliton. He may live in the forests, walking miles to a post office, having a mail but once a week, and yet. he shall be found as famil-, iar with the living world ns the busiest aclor in iti For. the nowfpnper is a spyglass by which he brings the most distant things; a microscope by which he leisurely examines the most minute; an ear trumet, by which he collects and brings within his hearing all that is said and done all over the earth; a museum full of cut ic sities; a picturo gallery full of living pictures from real life, drawn not 2n canvass, but with printers' ink on paper. The effect, in liberating" and cnlargirg the mind oflhe young, of this weekly commerce with the world, will be apparent to any one who will ponder it. Once, a liberal education could only be completed "by foreign travel. The sons only of the wealthy could indulge in this benefit. But now, the poor man's son can learn as much at home, ns, a hundred years ago, a gentleman could learn by journeying the world over! For, while there are some advantnges in g'ing out into the world, it is the poor man's privil ege to have the world come M see um! The newspaper is a great Collector, and a great Tnvellor. n great Lecturer. It is the common people's Ency clopedia the Lyceum, the College. Rer. II. W. Betchtr. Planting Potator reelingsWe have recently bren attracted by an artticle i.i the Soil of the Souih", to the following effect: A negro boy was sent to empty some pntatoe peelings in the piggery, but before doing it he selected all the eyes, and planted them in a fence corner. The result was, that at digging time he had ueaily a bushel of potatoes, larger and better than those his master raised from whole potatoes and wiih "guanner." On mentioning ihe subject to an Englishman, he assured us that the whole potatoes were not planted in the district from which he emigrated nothing but the eyes. These were cut eff the tub;r, with mure of ihe jnutce how, ver, th-n is usually taken off with the peel ing and planted in highly manured and well prepared soil; the result is good. The remainder of the potatoe is prepared for the table. We are not ready to adopt the theory that the eye of tne potatoe, taken off like a peeling, will produce as many and as large potatoes as if the whole tuber were planted,- other things bring equal. But the facts of the case are interesting, and as seed potatoes will undoubtedly be scarce the present spring, it will be a good time to make the experiment. Indiana Farmer. Ready Fok Anything. Senator Dick inson says that politicians are just like alligators they open their mouth for a horse, and are perfectly willing to take up a fly. There is as much truth r.s wit in this remark. Last spring, our friend Dohson applied fur a 'thousand dollar consulship.' The Resident in forced him that the consulships were all disposed of. He then said he would take a clerkship in the treasury office. He was equally unsuccessful in obtaining this. Dobson did not give it up. however. He kepi on trying, and at last made a raise. He is now Deput-Doorkeeper of the Senate coalcellar .' We paid a visit to a portion of our County last week, and surprised ond pleased tos;e the Wheat looking and doing so well. Our farmers say it never looked better iir this county than it does at present. The fear is that it is too forward. Fruit will be abundant wiih the exception of peaches. A great many of our farmers hate their corn already planted. Every thing bids fair for a bountiful yield. Carroll county will bate a large surplus this year. J)elphi Journal. V7e have often been surprised that no capitalist, having money to invest in mill property should have neglected the advantages of this place for a flouring mill. We do not now believe that there can be found a location in Northern Indiana where money could be more profitably invested in such property. - Warsaw Rcpub. AsTocjcnrNG Fecundity. The Sonora Bulletin says that they have got "one of the California mothers" in that place. A lady who has been a resident some years, had four chit dren in one year, and twins the next, or six ehfldr'en within the space of two years. She is now the mother of fourteen children, and is still in the prime of life. "The Bulletin insists that its statement is true, but forbears giving the name of the matron, tor fear of giving offence. ,s , . -

A Good Slory. A certain friend of ours, where urbanity and good-fellowship have won him a host of admirers, mused a company a few evenings since, with the following anecdote, which is too good to be lost. S.. 8 captain of a new and pWunt

"kill time' went into the theatre, one evening. During the performance the orchesta began playing ' God save the Rueen." An important, consequential looking personage bustled around ihn theatre, touching one with his cane and motioning to another, all the time 6aying "hats off gentlemen, hats off, our national air." Presently he approached captain S, who is i diminutive specimen of the. genus homo, nnd called out to him. "hats off, sir. our national air!" The Liliputian captain refused, when the very censequential busibody. with a sweep of his cane, knocked the captain's hat upon the floor. There was a grand rush, the flashing of a bright blade, and cries of "a fight, a fight;" but the bystanders interfered, and the parties stood, glaring at each other tike wild beasts. Captain S. remarked, 'I shall know you the next time we meet," and was hurried ofl to prison. In the spring following. Captain S. was pacing the deck of his beautiful packet, as she lay at the wharf, at Whitehall. The "United States" had just arrived from Rouse's Point, with passengers bound for Saratoga. New York, &c. The captain eyed the party sharply, and among them recognized his Montreal acquaintance. He proceeded at once to the leader of the band and ordered him, as soon as the boat was in motion, to strike up Hail Columbia, and after that Yankee Doodle. The order was obeyed, and the Captain appeared on deck swinging a hjge bludgeon. As soon as the first note of Yankee Doodle had been sounded, he called out. "hats off, gentlemen, hats oir. our national air!"' His Montreal friend did not heed him, when around csoie the bludreon nnd jaway went the Montreal gentleman's hat into the canal. The gentlerran was indignantgot mad blustered awfully but Captain S., said. Perhaps you dont know me? I am the man whose hat you knocked off, last winter, in Montreal. Glad to see you.' Quite right. Captain; very right. I have a bottle of the genuine below; come down and we will pas receipts. The 'bllowing painful nd romantic aOYir will be rend with interest: Some two vears ago, a German left h:s trite and child in S'antic, Mass., and went id the West to seek employment. Not hearing any thing of or from him, the wife concluded he was dead; and about two months sirrcs married another German, with whom she lived happily nntil last week when the f rst husband came from St. Louis, Mo., where he had lived in. the interim, to take her and his child to his new home. After much prief and perplexity, she concluded to go to St. Louis with the first husband, leaving the second one nearly distracted with criefInd. Sentinel. An ATTEMrrrn noBnr.nr. On Thursday nijrht last, the dwelling house of Wm. Garretv, at Augusta, in this county, was entered by Albfrt Xeiiiertield, on a pilfering excursion, and in attempting to get a trunk out of a window, was discovered and shot in the leg and thigh. He ran a few steps and fell. Before going on his thieving expedition, he endeavored to induce a young man to join him in the robbery. The young riaa declined, but pretended to favor his plan; learned all the particulars, and then iriformed the neighbors of the intention of the robber, who were on the look est for their man. He is the same man who shot jailer Ihsm.fG last fall. He is nw under arrest. Sentinel, Wlieat.1' Upon close examination, we can say with confidence that there never was a better piospScto: a good wheat crop than new, in this section. From the press ia other portions of the West we also have the same opinion. In Illinois. Wisconsin. Michigan, Indiana, and Ohio, the one cheering aspect extends, gladdening hearts of farmers and the tenants of cities. There was not as much of this grain sown about here as last year cm account of the ravages of weevil, but we have heard many express regrets hat they did not so- more. thinking thatthelate cold weathtr has killed out the fly. We shall see.-Toledo Republic m' The stockholders of the Crystal Palace Association have obtained a verdict 3gainsi iheir late President, P. T. Barnum, of S15.000. Vha! weapon Joes a young lady resemble whose acquaintance pass without noticing hei? A cutlers. Mother, this book tells about the angry waves of the otean. Now, what makes the ocean angry?' 'Because it has been crossed to often, my son,' The surest wheel of rortune is a wheelbarrow. When a Clan now-a-days wishes to conimuar'cate the intelligence that a daughter has been added to the family, he .ays that the domestic affairs have reached a cry sis. "Josh, I was going down the street t'other day. and t seed a tree bark." "Golly, Sam, I seed it hoilow." "And I seed the same one leave."' "Did it take its trunk with it?" No it left that for board. "It must have been a green one. Be sure to annex a woman that lift you up. instead of pushing you down. In mercantile phrase get a piece of calico that will wash. There is nothing in a pinch like a feminin that can cook your "vittles" and iron your clothes.- . How many human. heart like the Arctic Pole, have an open sea around the centre, but only reachable through an al- . j . 0 . mosi lmpassauie aeseri oi ice, st r .m