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A CHRISTMAS TALK OF THE OLD DOMINION. BT JAM£3 FBANKLIX. FITT3. I From Ballou’* Monthly Magazine. | Many roars have passed since a cer tain Christmas eve when two travel lers sot foot within a public house sit uated on a much frequented highway of the State of Virginia which led through one of the passes of the Bluo llidge. This tavern, known by the name of the Whito Hart Inn, stood well up the slope at the base of the great mountain wall; near it were the church, the court-house andsomo oth er buildings ; but no village was near er than six miles. The residences of several gentlemen of wealth and posi tion were in sight from the inn-door, seated high up the slope on command ing spots whence could be obtained the most beautiful viows of the She nandoah River, and the valley, rich oven in that early day with the fruits of husbandry, but richer far in the promise of plenteous harvests which a later agriculture has reduced. These travellers Were a man and a boy ; a man of perhaps fifty years of age, and a boy who might have been six. The former was a thin and ner vous, but a strikingly haudsome gen tleman, whoso face was seamed with wrinkles, and whose black hair was plentifully dashed with silver-gray. He carried with him wherever he went, the impression of a man who had borne a grievous burden of suf fering, and wiio had tottered beneath its weight —but who had still kept up good heart of hope, and was yet cheerful with its reviving influence. There was hopo in his bright keen eye, hopo in his Arm elastic tread, and hope in tbe wholesome ring of his manly voice. Life had very many at tractions yet for him, if one might judge from indications like these ; and such would have been tho opinion of any ono who might have seen him at this time. Tho boy was a healthy, hearty little fellow, whose face plainly showed him to bo the sou of the other. A week before, these two had landed in Phil adelphia from a Liverpool packot ; and those days being long before rail roads, they had journeyed slowly thence by stage towards the inn where we new find them. Frequently, du ring tho long and tedious passage across the Atlantic, during the still more tedious and fatiguing transit by stage, and even as they approached near to tho inn, walking along the road lightly covered with snow, from the last stage-house a mile below, the gentleman had talked in the presence of the littlo boy, as he found himself ftlbne with him, and had continually spoken of the enjoyment in life upon which ho believed they were entering. Tho child, of course, could not com prehend all that his father said ; in deed he could understood very little of it ; but it seemed as though the emo tions of tho man, mingled jib they were with sorrow, suffering, anxiety and joy, must continually find an out let in speech. It was probably for this reason that he addressed himself to his boy in such language as this: “We shall be home by Christmas, Walton.” “Yes, papa.” “Home again, after twenty-five years’ absence! Homo again, back amid the scenes of my childhood and youth, which I last saw a quarter of a century ago! Great God, with what emotions that thought should fill me!” “Walty wants to go home, papa,” murmured the little voice. “Yon shall, boy, you shall; and you shall grow up to be a man where your father grew up before you ; and, thank God and your father, you shall be re spected and honored as he was not. And why was he not ?” The tone of tho speaker became vehement and bit ter in his soliloquy ; he tore off his fiat, and gestured fiercely with his fiand as ho spoke. “ Ay, why was I not honored and respected, and why was I driven out from the home that I had a moral if not a legal right to call my own, from the roof that had sheltered my infancy ? I had eommit- ted no crime, nor dishonor ] , 17 oc p i„ e than commendable, But U ;X deTil of pride, stood iu th, « pride, EUioe imd I had to W .“ y; Poor Ellice, indeed 1" And g •„ he dashed his hat down pas- P - a “Sv wbue the Child ho held by Biorm “'j 5 looked up curiously into bis ughth at I must aCe * v native land aud go beyond ICaVG w U ith tbit dear girl, that I might seas with which would give us get the weal 1 bere at home ? name and P°»J should tire for wasn’t it enough tbat jblß years and years in after l ba d Ad "mySSf a°rich man, and after this ■dear child had come to crown my hap piness? o Ellice, my deai \ “ arhn ft 1 dead Ellice \ what is it alb v>hat would I tenfold moro be, without y ou A-nd ■ i O brother, brother, how c»n I ever ■ f forgive you?” The strong man, dropped his child’s THE WEEKLY STANDARD & EXPRESS. hand, leaned against the fence by the roadside, and hiding his face in his arms wept such bitter tears a» only strong men can weep, while the boy pulled at his coat-skirt and begged him not to cry. Presently the sound of a bell ringing a cheerful peal broke on the stillness of the clear frosty night; and raising his head, tho traveller saw the little church which was in a hollow at some distance from where he stood. It was brilliantly illuminated, and over the crisp snow from various di rections he saw people by twos and threes wending their way to it, “On earth peace and good-will to ward men.” With the recollection that it was Christmas eve came that of the angels’ song, heard by the won dering shepherds on the plains of Bethlehem long ago, and which the world has never since ceased to h*ar. The bitter spirit of the man was soft ened at once ; he took the child in his arms and kissed him, and then taking him by the hand again, prepared to go on. “ Yes—peace and good-will. I must forgive him ; I will forgive him. Why elm have I returned here at all ? I might have remained abroad, and never soon hie face again. Why should I seek him if not to forgive ?” He dropped the child’s hand again, and opening his waistcoat, tightened a cloth belt covered with oilskin, that ho wore out of sight around his body. “ Ah, my litte Walty,” he chuckled: “there is that in there which will make us honored and respeoted in any country, even if our own worth can not. Bank of England notes, my son, and great ones, too. All ours, Walty, all ours.” He spoke the words in a louder key than he had before used ; and they were distinctly heard by other ears than those of his boy. He had not noticed the dark figure that had skulk ed after him from the moment of his leaving the stage-station, keeping in the shadows of trees and fences ; and he did not see tho man now as he crouched behind a stump only a few yards off, peering out and listeniug eargerly. Nor did he know that he was followed directly to the inn by the samo person. Within a few minutes after this ep isode, the traveller and hi* boy enter ed the inn. The clock had just struck eight. The landlord met him at the door, and invited him into the parlor, asking what ho would have for his supper, and if he would be pleased to stay all night. “ I am not hungry,” was the reply, “ but the child may be. You may bring him some bread and milk, if you please. As for staying all night He checked himself and walked to the window. The air was still clear and frosty ; the moon was out and there was no prospect of a storm. “It is only a mile further,” he re reflected. “ Walty is tired, but I can carry him if necessary. Aud I do want to meet him to-night. My moods change so ; I may be stubborn and obstinate in the morning. Let me meet him to-night, while I have so much of this charitable spirit of Christmas eve within me ; and the re sult must be to reconcile us. Must be, indeed, if his heart has changed as I have heard ; if indeed ho did write me that penitent letter, asking my forgiveness, and begging me to return, which I never received, but of which one of his neighbors told me in Wales. O, that I had it! We might then have returned two years ago, and in this climate Ellice might not have died. But such re grets are useless. If my brother wrote such a letter, aud if lie still has the remorse and good-will that dicta ted it, we shall make this a joyful Christmas.” The landlord stood in a position to see his profile as ho looked thought fully from the window, and thought he knew the face. The landlord was a very young man, probably not more than thirty-five years old ; and there was nothing at all about his counte nance that would have recommended him to a stranger. But he had a fair name in tho neighborhood, and noth ing of a serious nature had ever been alleged against him. At the time of the departure of this traveller from the vicinity, twenty-five years before, the landlord was a mere boy of ten years, and the traveller had now no recollection of him ; but he thought he did recollect the traveller. The latter turned and said : “ No, we won’t stay all night. We have but a littlo farther to go.” The bread and milk were brought in, and the child began to eat. The father sat with him at the table, deep iu thought ; so deep in thought that fragments of a whispered conversation unguardedly carried on in the hall be tween the landlord and the man who had dogged the traveller hither, com ing plainly to his ear, and plainly re ferring to himself, passed unnoticed and caused him no alarm. They were merely snatches of hurried talk, pass ing between these two ; but pregnant with dreadful meaning to him. And still he heard, and, wrapped in his own thoughts, took no heed. The whispering sounded much like this : “ —thought so myself. Where from ?” “ Winchester —stage. He’s got— Lord knows —lots of it —big belt— under his coat.” “He won’t stay—go to his broth er’s.” “ You might urge—till morning.” “J 5 It won’t do. « \yef] we—on road.” “ Yes —to.-night.” The whispering then ceased, and the conspirators withdrew from the hull. Soon after, the traveller impa tiently rang the bell, the landlord re turned to the room, and was paid the price of the entertainment that had been received. “ Come, Walty,” the gueat. putties on the child’s coal cud cap. Kcome lad ; iu»t « little further, and then we shall’hero a k»g ™t, I h T Watty tired,” mU rm««Hbo boy, and his head drooped d«l» J- Tl» father tenderly lifted him aud took hie heavy head on hie breast. The Family Xewbpapeb-Devoted to Science, Art, Literature, Education, Agriculture, Political and General ’ News. CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA. THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 7, 1871. The boy’s eyes were closed at once in sloep. “ I’ll carry you, then,” said the fath er. “ Its not far.'* all night, Mr,” inter posed the landlord. “No; I must get on. Good night.” He left the inn, and taking the mid dle of the road where the walking was good, he went on at a steady step, little retarded by the weight of the child. He proceeded in this way half a mile, neither meeting nor seeing any person. Those who were not 3 at church on this evening were at home; it was a time of domestic rejoicing and festivity, and the fireside had its pe culiar charms. Fifteen minutes more would bring the expectant wayfarer to hiß destination ; he was straining his eyes to see the first glimmer of lights shining down from the high ground through the trees, when he heard an incautious step crunching the snow behind him. He turned, and a cow ardly, terrible blow from the loaded end of a short club, falling full on his temple, struck him prone to the earth. Ho never stirred after the blow fell; he was dead instantly, as he lay there on the snow. The child fell from his arms, and suddenly waking, began to cry. A broad hand was instantly clapped over his mouth, aud then both mouth and eyes were tightly bound with handkerchiefs. Two men appeared upon this scene of horror, and two voices exchanged whisperings again. ‘‘Kill the brat!” “It needn’t be done here.” “ Will you do it ?” “ Hang it, yes—by-and-by. Let’s find the plunder, aud get this body out of the way.” The clothes of the murdered man were ripped open, and the belt taken off. One end of it was cut, and it was seen that it was filled with bank notes of the denomination of a thousand pounds. “Halves!” said one. *• W e’ll see. Who the devil is to get nil these bills iuto small notes without exciting suspicion ? You can tdo it; and there shan't one of them be changed this side of Phila delphia.” “ Halves, I say 1” the other fiercely insisted. “ Shut up, damn you! You’re mak ing noise enough to alarm the neigh borhood. I’ll take care of this belt ; you come over to the tavern to-mor row night, and we’ll make everything satisfactory. Help me take this car rion away.” “ But the boy ?” “ The devil take the boy 1 Here— knock him in the head now, and make no more trouble about it.” lo this proposition, the other, ren dered somewhat sulky and obstinate by the claim of his companion to more than half the booty, absolutely refused his consent. High words followed, and at any other time than such a night the murderers must have been discovered with the body of their vic tim by some passer. But, fortunately for them, there were no passers ; and presently a returning sense of the peril of their position caused them to make a hasty compromise of their dif ferences. It was deliberately agreed that the boy should be taken charge of by the man who had thus far scru pled to kill him, and that he should be put out of the way in such manner as he thought best; that the body of the murdered man should be immedi ately disposed of; that the man who had taken charge of the precious money-belt should retain it until the following night, when a division of the treasure should be made at the inn ; but that the depositary should still retain the whole until he could go to Philadelphia and change all the notes into American money of so small a denomination as not to excite suspi cion iu the mind of any one iu the neighborhood to whom it should be offered ; and that for this necessary service the depositary should have a reasonable compensation. So they agreed, these two worse than human vultures, sitting there in the fence-corner into which they had dragged the body of their victim, with the poor living child gagged and blindfolded beside it. Then they took them both up, the living and the dead and bore them across the fields, still unseen, to the river, where the body was thrown in. It drifted down with the current many miles below the scene of the tragedy ; and when it was finally discovered near the shore, hemmed in by a light barrier of ice, the ravenous pike had mutilated the face past the possibility of recognition, even had there been any one to see in the features those that the unfortu nate man had worn a quarter of a century before. He had not been recognized by any person at Winches ter ; and between there and the place where he had left the stage, travelling in the evening as he did, he had exci ted no special remark. There was no one to inquire after him ; there was no one to miss him ; and his body, when found, was delivered over by the coroner, after much investigation, to the grave of the unknown. A para graph appeared in a Baltimore paper, shortly after, describing the finding of the body and its appearance ; but all the comment that was made upon it effected nothing in the way of dis covery. Nature and the elements seemed to work together to completely shield the assassins. The snow was much disturbed in th* f oad where the vie- fcim foil ; footprints were plainly visi ble an hour after, had there been any one there to see them , across the fields where the victim was borne ; and on the river-bank where the body was thrown into the water, the snow was stamped and trodden. But another light fall of snow came down before these signs, or auy of them were ob served, and completely obliterated the traces which might have led to the de tection of the crime. It remains for the subsequent chap ters of our story to disclose how all this became known, and whether the retribution of God or men overtook the perpetrators of this Christmas eve tragedy, the knowledge of which, as we leave it is closely shut within their own breasts. TO BB COXTISCBP. A SPECIAL PROVIDENCE, (?) FOB THE CONSTITUTION. ] John W esley, when a child, was res | cued from a burning house just before I the roof fell in. Martin .Luther was once walking | with his brother when a thunder I storm overtook them and the brother I was instantly killed by lightning. | Augustine had an appointment in a I distant town. His guide who attend ed him mistook the usual road, and thus saved him from being murdered by enemies who lay iu ambush for that purpose. John Bunyan, when about seven teen 3 ears of age, was drawn out for sentry duty at the siege M>f Liecester. A comrade of his who was very anx ious to take his place, at that time, was allowed to do so, and was shot dead while on guard. John Knox was accustomed to sit at a certain spot with his back to a window. Oue evening, without being able to account for it, he would not sit there nor permit any one e’se to occu py that place. On that evening a bul let was shot in at that window in or der to kill him. A VOICE FROM UTAH The character of the petition from Utah, 50 feet loug, and by about 2,500 women of the Territory, has been un intentionally misstated. Instead of being against polygamy, it is in favor of that institution, and was sent to the Executive Mansion at Washington by Delegate Hooper. The petitioners say that their husbands, lathers, sons, and brothers are now being exposed to the murderous policy of a clique of Federal officers intent on the destruc tion of an honest, industrious, and prosperous people, and they therefore ask for the removal of the Federal disturbers of the peace, or at least to stop the disgraceful court proceedings, or send candid and trustworthy men to Utah to investigate the question of the constitutional rights and liberty of the people. The petitioners ex press their approbation of poligamy, asserting that it was sanctioned by Christ’s teachings, and that the insti tution is being perverted by Federal officers. Some Yankee painters were employ ed in a frontier Canadian town to decorate the walls of a ball-room in a tavern. As no desigus were given them, they followed their own patriot ic instincts and style, and painted in a sort of rough fresco the American shield, with eagle, arrows, and all, and the motto, “ E Pluribus Unum. ” The publican returned just as the painters had finished their work and were eat ing their supper. After surveying their design, he made short work of the artists —kicking them out of the house without a shilling of pay, and telling them he’d teach them better than to insult him and the Queen by painting “ that cussed great Pluribus Unum over his fire-place. ” If a duck goes iuto the water for di vers reasons, does he como out for sundry purposes. A bare-headed, bare-footed, little boy astonished a worshiping congre gation in a Massachusetts town, on a recent Sunday, by rushing into church and exclaiming : “ Where’s my papa ? The pigs are out. ” We have heard of an economical man who always takes his meals in front of a mirror—he does this to double the dishes. If that isn’t phil osophy, we should like to know what is. Grouby, of the Blakely News couldn’t come to the Savannah Fair* He was engaged on a potato remanee similar to the ground-vine narrative. Sav. News. Mrs. Wells, of Clyton county, is the first and last female distilleris under arrest. Hon. R. P. McCord, on octagona rian citizen of Lowndes county, Mississippi, danced with his second daughter’* grandchild, in Florida, the other night, where ho is paying a visit to hi* relatives. Newnan plumes herself on being the happy possessor of an acre of ground which will produce five hundred bushels.— News. 500 bushels of what ? stones ? A Petersburg correspondent of the Richmond Dispatch says: “A farmer from Southampton county, over fifty years old, performed some astonishing feats of strength in Don nan & Jonston’s commission-house to-day. He handled a bale of cotton with ease, and drank fron a barrel of whiskey, lifting it up to his lips (ala peter Francisco) with his hands. There is a nice batch of Radical Governors in the stocks at the pres ent time for honesf men to gaze at. Holden, of North Carolina, was im peached and removed. Butler was impeached for fraud and corruption in office in Nebraska. Davis has been disgraced in Texas. Bullock has stampeded from Georgia to avoid im peachment and perhaps indictment by a grand jury. Austin of Minnesota, is now charged with having taken a bribe of $5,000. And now Gov. Scott, of South Carolina, is charged with fraudulently issuing State bonds to the amount of $20,000,000. Sidney Smith said, a short time be fore his death and while on his death bed, “We talk of human life as a journey, but how variously is that journey performed ! There are some who come forth girt and shod and mantled, to walk on velvet lawns and smooth terraces, where every gale is arrested and every beam is tempered. There are others who walk on the Al pine paths of life against divine mis ery and through stormy sorrows over sharp afflictions ; walk with bare feet and naked breast, jaded, mangled and chilled.” WOMAN'S RIGHTS For what other reason did her husband marry her. It is a woman’s right to have her home in order whenever her husband returns from business. It is woman’s rights to be kind and forbearing whenever her husband is annoyed. It is woman’s right to examine her husband’s linen to see that it wants neither mending nor buttons. It is woman’s rights to be content when her husband declares that he cannot take her to the seaside. It is woman’s right to be satisfied with her old dresses until her husband can buy new ones. It is woman’s right to nurse *her children, instead of leaving it to the maid. It is woman’s right to get her daughters married—happily, or not at all. It is woman’s right to feel pleased, though her husband brings a friend unexpected to dinner. It is woman’s right to be content with her own garments, without en croaching on those of her husband. And, finally, it-is woman’s right to remain a woman, without endeavoring to be a man. The Warrenton Clipper says: ‘‘We learn that a fellow named High tower, of questionable character, iving at Powelton, Hancock county, has been before the Sub-Ku-Klux Committee at Atlanta, and acknowl edged that he was a Ku-Klux, and that Steven Moore and Lewis O’ Brien of Warrefficounty, were mem bers of the same klan. O’Brien and Moore are members of the Radical party, which puts the beer on the Rads. The Hawkinsville gourd-vine is causing Georgia editors to resurrect all the stories of abnormal vegeta bles that have been printed this sea son. Important additions have been made to several of the cabbages and potatoes in the way of size and length. At Mull a messenger haviug re quested a London clergyman to an nounce that, “ if Dr. Leach was among his audience he was urgently wanted,’’ the clergyman added from sympathy, “ and may God have mercy on the poor patient!” Josh Billings says: “Most people decline to learn only by their own ex perience, and I guess they are more than half right ; for I don’t s’poso a man could get a correct idea of mo lasses candy merely by letting another feller taste it for him.” A Scotch Entomologist and His Guest. —There is a story, perhaps for gotten by all but men who were students at 'u certain college nearly thirty years ago, of an enthusiastic professor of entomology,not celebrated for his exercise of hospitality, who was so delighted at the arrival of an eminent pursuer of insects that he invited him to board and bed in his chambers. Next morning Dr. Macfly greeted his guest, “ And how did you sleep the night, Mester Beehemouth ?” “Not very well. A strange bed perhaps. But—” “Ah 1” quoth the doctor eagerly, “ye were just bitten by something, eh ?” “ Well, to tell you the truth, doctor, I was.” “Just think of that! Bitten were ye ? Now, can ye say it was anything noteworthy that bit ye ? peculiar, eh ? “ Fleas, I think. But such chaps for biting I never saw in my life.” “I should think so, indeed” (with great glee). “ They’re Sicilian fleas. I imported them myself, A rural Tennesseean resented the kind offices of a Memphis publican who gave him vermicelli soup, wishing to know “ if you ’uns eat those infer nal wurrums.” “ Tis strange,” muttered a young man, as he staggered home from a supper party “ how evil communica tions corrupt good manners. I’ve been surrounded by tumblers all the evening, and now I’m a tumbler my self.” John Bunyan was once asked a question about heaven, which he could not answer, because the matter was not revealed in the Scriptures, and he thereupon advised the inquirer to live a holy life and go and see. Right. —Dobbs thinks that instead of giving credit to whom credit is due, the cash had better be paid. The San Francisco Examiner grave ly relates the case of a gentleman who had an ulcer on his arm which was cured by transplanting a piece of healthy skin fron a negro to the ulce rated surface. Healthy granueation at once sprang up and the sore healed; but the black skin spread until one third of the arm turned black. The change of color is still progressing, and the doctors express the belief that the gentleman will finaly become black all over. How to Make Chow-Chow- Two quarts of green tomatoes, two quarts of white onions, one dozen green pepers, one dozen green cucum bers, one large head of cabbage; chop fine. Season .with mustard and celery gee/l 4</ suit the taste. Cover with ' the best cider vinegar. Boil two hour’s slowly, stirring continually As soon as you take it from the stove add two tablespoonsful of salad oil. Cover tight and keep in a cool place. A colord man in Alexandoia, Ya., lias been taying to play Elijah and be fed by ravens, but it doesn’t work. Two weeks »go he left his employer, dressed in his Sunday clothes, saying he would work for man no more as the Lord had promised to provide for him. He was found nearly starved to death, and so weak he coufd hardly crawl, having eat only two peaches and a pear in twelve days. Not a single raven came to feed him. POETRY. THERE IS NO DEATH. BT SIB E. BrLWKR LYTTOS. There is no death ! The stars go down To rise upon some fatal shore ; And bright in Heaven’s jeweled crown They snine for ever more. There is no death ! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer shower To golden g.ain or mellow fruit, Or rainbow tinted flower. The grsrute rocks disorganize To feed the hungry moss ihev bear ; The forest leaves diink daily life From out the viewless air. There is no death ! The leaves mar fall, The flow-el's may fade and pass awav ; They only wait through wintry hours, The coming of the May. There is no death ! All angel form Walk’s o’er the earth with silent tread ; He bears our best loved things awav, And then we caU them “ dead,” He leaves our hearts all desolate, He plucks orr fairest sweetest flowers ; Traus plan ted iuto bliss, they now Adorn immortal bowers. The bird-like voice, whose jovou* tones Made glad these scenes of sin and strife, Siugs now an everlasting soug Amid the tree oflife. Aud whe: e he sees a smiia too bright, Or heart too pure for taint and vice, He bears it to that world of light. To dwell in Paradise. Born unto that undying life, They leave us but - to come again ; With joy we welcome them—tuo same, Except in sin and pain. And ever near us, thongh unseen, The dear immortal spirits tread ; For all the boundless Universe Is life—there are no dead. GONE BEFORE. # There’s a beautiful face in the silent air, Which follows me ever and near, With smiling eyes and amber hai*\ With voicelc=s lips, yet with breath of prayer* That I feel but cannot hear. The dimpled hand and ringlet of gold Lie low in a marble sleep, I stretch my hand for a clasp of old, But the empty air is stra ugly cold, And my vigil alone I keep. There’s a sinless brow with a radiant crown, And a cross laid down in the dust; There’s a smile where never a shade comes now, And tears no more from those dear eyes flow, So sweet in their innocent trust. Ah, well ! And summer is como again, Sieging her same old songs ; But, oh ! it sounds like a throb of pain, As it floats in the sunshine and rain, O’er the hearts of the -world’s great throng, There’s a beautiful region above the skies, And I long to reach its shore, For I know f shall flnd my treasure there, The laughing eyes uud amber hair Os the lovtiii one gone before. Ten ladies in Cartersville have established tho latest organization. In a long article they present their inten tion to put an end to the enormous extravagance of frivolous dress. In order to do this, they say, “ We agree that for and during the space of one year we will wear “ calico” only, as our chief dressing, and be styled the “ Calico Club.” Any member who shall we ir other material than calico —except as bridal-dressing—shall be expelled from the Club.” Economy is the road to wealth—young men, you know where Cartersville is situated, if you can’t find a “ Calico Club” mem ber nearer home. However, we advise all to first patronize home industry. Our city is hard to beat on feminine beauty and accomplishments.— Macon Citizen. - - .. DEATH OF A CARPET-BAGGER. A special dispatch to the Charles ton Courier, from Columbia, S. C., says* “ Senator James .A. Greene, from Orangeburg county, died in this city to-day, and his remains will be sent to his home in New York. ” If a few mere of the same sort could have been sent North under the same circumstances, it would have been bet ter for that poor carpet-bag plunder ed State. Send them along.— Ex. Blunders of Bashfuiness.— lf there is any defect more striking than another in American character, it is bashfulnes3. Young America, in par ticular, is painfully affected by it. An incident is mentioned by' a corres pondent, who was desired by his aunt to go over to a neighbor Shaw’s and see if he had any straw for sale for filling beds. “Mr. Shaw,” said our informant, “was blessed with a goodly number of Misses Shaws, and I there fore felt a little timid at encountering them. To make the matter worse, I arrived just as the family were seated at dinner. Stopping at the doorway, hat in hand, I stammered out: Mr. Straw, can you spare me enough shaw to fill a couple of beds ?” “Well,” replied the old gentleman, glancing around at his large family, and enjoying my mistake, “ I don’t know but I can ; how many will you need ?” “ Before I could recover, those hate ful girls burst into a chorus of laugh ter, and I broke for home in a cold Sweat.” A good story is told of a railroad conductor recently chosen deacon in a church in Middlesex county. A few Sundays after his new T appointment it became his duty to assist in taking up a collection. He surprised the con gregation by starting out with the characteristic ejaculation, “ Tickets, gentlemen!” The contribution that day was unusually large. Fifteen Geeat Mistakes.— lt is a great mistake to set up our own stand ard of the right and wrong and judge people accordingly. It is a great mis take to measure the enjoyment of others by our own ; to expect unifor mity of opinion in this world ; to look for judgment and experience in youth; to endeaver to mould all dispositions alike ; not to yield in immaterial things ; to look for perfection in our own actions ; to worry ourselves and others with what cannot be remedied; not to alleviate all that needs allevia tion, as far as lies in our power ; not to make allowance for the infirmities of others ; to consider everything im possible which we cannot perform ; to believe only what our finite minds can grasp ; to expect to be able to under stand everything. The greatest of all mistakes is to live only for time, when any moment may launch us into eternity. An old lady, writing to her son out West, tells him to beware of “ billious saloons ” and “ bowel alleys. ” MORAL AND RELKHOUS. . Cou#tant »ne the Great, look ing at some statues of some noted persons who were represented stand ing, remarked: “ I will have mine aken kneeling, for that is how I have risen to eminence. It is not the arithmetic of our prayers, how many they be; nor the rhetoric of our prayers, how eloquent they be nor the geometry of our prayers’ how long they be ; nor the music of our prayers, how sweet our voice may be ; nor the logic of our pray ers, how argumentative they may he ; nor the method of our prayers, how orderly they may be; nor even the divinity’ of our prayers, how good the doctrine may be—which God cares for. . , Fervency of spirit is that which availeth much.” fiSF*’ If God gave you genius; if God gave you imagination; if God gave you tender sensibility; if God gave j t ou love for music, and love for literature, he did not <rive you these things as so many feath ers put into the nest of selfishness, to be pressed by your breast alone. God gave you these royal lights that you might us* them, first for yourselves and then also for others. lou are joined to your kind; and if you are like your Father in heav en, who “maketh His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sendeth lain on the just and the unjust;” if you have all excellencies, while they are building you up in refine ment and virtue, they will at the same time lead you to * pity those who are in transgression Our Home Journal. plT* There is a beauty of daily living which is not in any raann er dependent upon outward surround ings, which receives no added lus ter frojn costly equipments, which may shine with most attractive grace amid the humblest environ ments. The beauty that is born of a benevolent heart filled with kindly thoughts of all God’s creatures, of a calm and self-poised spirit, of quiet communings with things which are unseen and eternal, is a beauty which all who strive for it may possess. Life Without Trials.— Would you wish to live without trials ? Then you would wish to die half a man. Without trial you cannot guess at your own strength. Men do not learn to swim on a table ; they must go into the deep water, and buffet the surges. If you wish to understand their true character— if you would know their whole strength—of what you are capable, throw them overboard. Over with them, and if they are worth saving they will swim ashore of themsel ves. What Makes the Man? —What is it that makes a man ? Can you tell? We can tell you what does not. Good clothes do not; learn ing does not. You must have some thing else to make a man of. We have seen a good description of man, which reads thus: A beautiful soul, and loving mind, Full of affection for its kina ; A helper of the human race, A soul of beauty and of grace ; That truly speaks of God within, Aud never make a league with sin. This is the kind of a man worth something in the world. We want a great many more such men than we haye now. Will you not strive to be such a man ? God Bless You. —Who has not felt the power of these words ? Who does not treasure up those hallow ed moments of the irrevocable past, when from the lips of some loved one fell upon your ears a “God bless you’’ that found an echo in the truest and purest feelings of the heart ? A God bless you, that will go with us through life, and bring peace and comfort when all things else are shrouded in gloom, and no joys seems awaiting the heart so long acquainted with sorrow. Dy ing lips in feeble accents have mur mured “ God bless you.’’ It greets the ear of infancy and reclaims the wayward youth. It has been heard at the bridal altar aud said at the tomb. Loved voices breathed it in our ears when we parted, and the sound still lingers to cheer our sad dened hearts. Oh! may we hear it through life, and when we stand on the brink of those waters which flow between time and eternity, may the last words that break upon our lis tening ears be the God bless you which comes from the lips of loved ones left behind. All that is valuable in this world is to be had for nothing. Genius, beauty, and- love are not bought and sold. You may bffy a rich bracelet but not a well-turned ann to wear it; a pearl necklace, but not " the pearly throat with which it shall vie. The richest banker on earth would vainly offer his fortune to be able to write a verse like Byron. One comes into the world naked, and goes out naked The diffemce in the fineness of a bit of linen for a shroud is not much. Man is a handful of clay which turns rapidle back a gain to dust, and which is compelled nightly to relaps into the‘ nothingness of sleep, to get new strength to commence life again on the morrow. Sunday is the strongest day in the week. The rest are all week days. A good instance of “sharp practice” is that of a man in Ohio, who was ac quitted of murder on a plea of insanity. He had secured his lawyers by giving them a mortgage on his farm, but now T repudiates the mortgage on the ground that he was insane when he made it, acording to the showing of these same lawyers. An Irish remedy for baldness is “to rub whiskey on the head untill the hairs grow out, then take it inwardly to clinch the roots.” J [NEW SERIES, VOL. I-NO. [Terms—s2 A YEAR WIT AUP HDM 08. JOSH BIUINOS UNDER OATH. J osh Billings being duly sworn, tee tinos as follers : Light wont go into six and have much ov ennything left over. Mean? a young feller haz found out this sum m arithmetick by trieing to git a num ber eight foot into a number six boot. virtue, in one respekt, iz Uke mun- A . , which we have to work the Affi l for sticks to us the best Affektashuu never improved enny bo dy yet It iz better to be a devil than a hypoknt. I hav often beard there waz men who knew more than they could tell but never met one. I have often met those who could tell a grate deal mors than they kuu, and was williDtr to swaro to it besides. A To be proof agin flattery, a man must hav no vanity, and such a man never existed; es he did, he is one or the lost arts. Some people are good simply Bo kauso they aro too lazy to be wicked and others bekauso they haiut got a good chance. In munny, interest phollows the principal; in morals, principle often phollows the intorest. Yu will notis one thing—the devil seldum offers to go into partnership with a bizzy man, but you will often see him offer tew jino the lazy man, and furnish all the kapital. Love is about the only pashun ov the heart, that i can think ov now, that never makes enny mistakes that she can be held accountable for. If you waz a going tew try purse love for a crime, what court would you take her before ? “In time ov peace prepare for war. * This iz the way sum familys live all the time. The vices which man contrakts in hit youth, however much he may shake them oph, will often call on him thru life and seek to renew hiz acquain tance. Every man haz hiz phollys, bat thare iz this difference—in the poor man, they look like crimes, while, in the rich man, they only appear to ba exsentricitys. Old age increases us in wisdom and also in rumatism. I kno lots ov pholks who are pious jist bekause they was born so. They leant tell when they got religion, and if they should loose it, they wouldn’t know it. When fortune pipes, we must dance. It aint alwus that she iz in tune. I think the honesty ova man is oft ner the effect of policy than principle. There is only one kind ov folks who kan keep a sekret good, and they nev er take any to keep. The man who iz wicked enough tew be dreaded iz a safer man in a com munity than the man who iz just vir tewous enuff not to be suspekted. Hypoekraay iz alwus humble. “ Massa Christophfir Columbus was a queer man, ” said a negro orator, “A notion crossed him one day, and den he crossed an ocean. ” * An Illinois doctor, who called to see a boy who had got a kernel of pop corn in his windpipe, told the father to build a hot fire and hold*the boy over it till the corn popped out. * NAMES IN PUBLIC PLACES When I see a man’s name Scratch’d upon the glass, I know he owns a diamond, And his father owns an ass. It has rained so hard at Milwaukee for four months that the Chicago Re publican asserts that all the children born there are web-footed. “Would you call this the calf of a leg?” asked Bob, pointing to onfe of his nether limbs. “ No, ” replied a Hibernian, “ I should say it was the leg of a calf. ” “Another Wat. **■ —Mamma: “ Now, Herbert, if you’re naughty I shall have to punish you, and you will find I shall not spare the rod and spoil the child. ” “ Oh, mamma, hadn’t you better spare the child and spoil the rod. ? : ’ Josh Billings says : “ Most men will concede that it looks foolish to see a boy draggin’ a heavy sled up hill for the fleetin’ pleasure of ridin’ down again. But it appears to me that the boy is a sage by the side of a young man who works hard all the week, and drinks np his wages on Saturday night. ” The last thing Mr. Greeley is cred ited with is asserting io an agricultu ral essay on tobacco that fine cut will not ripen well unless the tin foil is stripped from the growing buds early in the spring, and that plug tobacco ought to be knocked off the trees with olubs instead of being picked off by hand. Chicago is very sorry, the Posh says, that they could not keep their fire un til the arrival of the Russian Grand Duke. They would take pride, how ever, in showing him Mra Leary’s cow and the Post Office cat. The same paper observes that hereafter no museum will be complete without one of this cow and an equal number of this cat. The funny men seem disposed to make the moat of each other. Arte mus Ward is dead, and now Mark Twain is to lecture upon Artemu*. Next season Mark Twain may be dead —who will then make up his ashes? The ByrcniaD mania was bad enough, but isn’t it possible that we may have a little too much of what has called American humor, a great deal of which consists of bad spelling and vile syntax ? Nearly all women like soldiers, and some would like a good offer, sir. To Lawyhks.—Can you make a blind man liable for his bill when it is pa vsn ble at sight ? F J Can an illegitimate William be styled “ a true bill.” The latest extract from 11 What I Know About Farming Catch yous butterflies late in August; select the j deep yellow ones if you would get * good, sweet, saleable butter.