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iv jI:b£, •Jnu ft«iturc oue In<er:!oa Si 00; caoix huU- Wiuont iiHortiou HO cent*. Outi culuiuu,oue year $100.00 Quo column, «lx months 50 00 Uuc column, throo luoctliR 35 00 Half column, ouu year. 50 UO Half column, aix mouths 31)00 Half column, three mouths 20 00 Quarter column, ono yoat 30 00 Quarter eoluwu.bix moutliH 20 Oil Quarter column, tlirco mouth* 12 00 Communications ofa political character, oi art.clca writtou in advocacy or tlefcuHe of tod claims ofnaninmU for wlllco, 15 cents per line. Announcement of Gumlirtuten $5 00. THE BUTLER HERALD. SuuHommoN Duton SI.60. Pun ANMJst TUESDAY. MAY lbt., 1877. By Wm, II. EEBB5, ErOfrielw. A KI'.WNl’.U’Elt DF.VOTEU TO DtDUSTUY INf -JIVIUZATION VOTUME 1. lil'TI.EB, fJEOIUflA, TL'KSIIAY, MAY Is!., I ’ll. WHOM; Nl’MIJEli 2S, i Sh.*rSi«'* mmie-v >r I Awl. >..•««• !•» *** l.r...l.ow‘U * ... 4 \ |'j>.ic.t* '..*111'l.rlcHoanf i 'ni.nliM -i •*? IhNiuiMitui tYuui i*flt«iiuf»tnitinu •7" 1 .* l)isiuisiiou from gwiriUaUrflHp Ct, I'Vr I,live iomcU lwi'l HP \ indication lor hoiEfgUCtl ..A 0y Notice to (lcbicr.4 and crmlitorR i t»(* of real .estate iiy mhuiuistraVns, i-xcm,- and gtmrdmmt, porsquarv 3 »it* • of p'l-.shaloe property, tea <Gy's.. ..y 'k “Come tlown to the station with me," said the reporter, taking the old man's arm. “Your sun is first cousin to the man who prefer red buzzard to lamb, awful, I'll help you fix him I" Noxt, morning one of tlio daily papers contained an item to the ef- shine, is at an end foreverr You After the Storm. Colne, clasp your hands in mine, dear wife, and wi.ilo ’lib rusting tlitro I’ll tell you what is i?u icy heart-a burden you mav share; Thus far wc’vo led a worldly life, nud little joy It brings; Suppose. juht now, wo turn tlio scale, uul live for hotter shines ! There was something in the st-rmon our pas* tor preached to-day That sent a blimliug glav^of light actCbS my darkened way; ' Eiuih word w.u likw u ruthless probe my sick soul shrunk to feel, •21 at in tJio.keeuchi pangs of pain 1 knew it liU'tloheul. I am not good at preaching, wife; my words arc pour and low ; But towards the Now Jerusalem k I want to walk with you; So clasp your hand in miue, dear wife; our paths muhi not divide; ’Twouhl brail; my heart should. S Jordan's llood leave oue/m c : ttier side. I wonder at our ,loug, delay — at all these wasted years, YVith dm golden ."Kates wide open, and th.vist s mes^i^o in our cars; Dirt'doubts nud fears are over, end I’m ••cliimiug io ti.tr cross.” So count and kneel beside lue, tvitoj .that neither may be lost. And there are others very dear, fe? whom my tears mast U »\v; I tman our briglit-uyed litilo boys, our dur- iing Tom aud Jou ! How can we train tUenu tender sc els, or guide tkliti! lift nri«i t, iJuless God walks Umug us ami sustaius us by lies might ? , Our boys were in my thoughts tc-day, while yet tlio pistol - spoil-. A ml s»—aud so —don't miinl me, wife-my heart is uluiosi broke ! D.itiftliuao poor ‘white souls should fail their risen Lord 1 to see, 1’vo told him in my simple speech, it shall not bo through me. • hand In mine, dear wito; hurt, YYith Turn and Joe on either side, wo four will kneel in prayer. t . That lie who sees the sparrow’s full will guide our stimibiii.^ loot, great white tli e bt* complete ! V. A. (k, in AYirj York Jilc»cu(c. SELECTIONS. foot that an old gentleman named Goodlieart find been found wander ing the streets at night, and tlmt when taken to the station $10,000 worth of United States bonus were found on him. The old man read it over three times, slapped his leg as ho saw tlio point, nud u beauti ful smilo covered his fnco and climbed up through liislmir. in about an hour liis huh William rushed into tlio slalion and culled out : “Father, dear father, come home I All of us wore crying all night long,'mid my wifo is now ly ing in a uuumto.su statu on your ac count 1” Tlio old man went homo with it will fly away if I open myliands.' Sho cautiously unloosed her grasp, and Mr. Kirlchnm tonic the little creaturu in liis Inmd. “No Katie it will never fly again, That little glad life which was parsed sn happily in the suir have crushed it to death. “Oh, pupil, I don’t ineu.i to 1 1 only wanted to Ciitull it. I didn’t tliiutc about its being happy.” “Hut your not thinking so has tujeen uway a life that you never can vesture, if you try till you lmir iH gray. Ilow did it become a but terfly, Katie ?” “Why, God made it, of course ; Me made everything.” “Yes, hut hew did Me make it? What was it before it was a but terfly ?” “1 don't, know. Was it any thing papa ?' ’ 'I will tell you something about its history. First of alt uuntier , butterfly laid a tiny egg, several 11. £ stray iiMtic..*, 30 tl»r All bills fur odmlising *n tuin p«p< i •In ? o:i tin first appcar.iuio ol tlm uUv. 1 m-iit will he prutcuted when the mui. dom and love displayed in every thing that lives! But therois th j dinner-hell, so you have my text I -I without the sermon.'’ led, the dream Hail partly pome “Well, papa,” said Katie earn true. But the woman was a at ran- estlv, “I never will kill or hurt i 8« r - T'“o» however, win bed opi any living thing again, at least! "<«* mattery, and n tew weeks af- ' , , , n ter, the twain met «t a partv, be- not on purpose ; and 1 shall never , a , nu BC , 1 „ ainlel | j ulld {ho 'se.,u^ sot* ti butterfly without thinking t«i the cl team wan fully veftlizuvl. about, how it was wade."—Early ; The couple are now living together Days. | iti liuppimt-js. The New Joihi y -,,:j ~S££ I Altwenger (Swedenborgaiti), in ‘Mfotlicr *» I speaking of preinotions, say.*-: ! “They are caused by spirits who are always present with man, and It i him, winking at the lamp-posts | eggs in fact, hut we have only to and smiling us ho turned the cor-1 do with one. Well, from this or g uers. Tie-lmd all of his comforts j there canto in time a woo little back, and the son bought him u costly pipe and a pair of bnx-toed boots that very day. Well, as time went on the son ventured to suggest that the bonds had better bo turned over to him, and every time he sai l ‘‘bonds” the old uiau would smile and turn the subject to patent milk-cans or the necessity of couuter-feiters Li king more pains with their lead nickles. The other daytiie father went to led to die, and he smiled oftener than before as he lay wait ing for the summons. The sen said his heart was breaking, and then went through the old man’s elothes to find the bonds. He did not find any. He searched the barn and the garret and the cellar, and linallv when lie saw that death is theory of the infant, just ' aVd constantly exerting an influ'- fvom the cradle j it is the only c,,ce I’. 0 " iMfluenct- is lmlm that will heal the wounded i n“,tVako'awe^m'uls'freedom.' "iff heart in youthful days. “.Vntlier, | is not a casual and special instance I'm hurt,’ 7 “mother, I'm tired,” I of Providential rare as the llihlo “mother, sing to me, rock mo, tell j ,,lj,,l| dantly tehtlilo*. it wo were me stories. 1 ' Itiaalways, “moth- 1 " ,o ''‘” USC01 ' tlbl0 tu or'’ with the child and the lad. No one like mother. No hand that falls on the fevered brow as grub, and tlm little grub crawl ed about and nibbled cubbugu- Ieaves till it grew into a fine large caterpillar.” “lint I want to hear about, the butterfly, papa,” interrupted Ka tie “not about ugly grubs ami cat erpillars. I thought you were go ing to snv a. little baby butterfly caiue out of the egg.” “Hut 1 didn’t, so I couldn’t tell you so. We shall find how it did eome all in pood time. Well ’’"v j M , IM , t |,„ trials all vanish at the the ’ugly eaterp,Her M wor(Is ofn motl , er) IUH l t |, ore is ratine a dull tune of it only abloj,.*, , iu tll0 heart 0 , eve imu , toe,awl along; it could not «y | KI1 u J iH oe ofiovoaud deep reepoet about, ym. know, like the butter- m m . ilnu | t ,f| , Jo of | they would keep us from miturnl and J morul danger jiiiieh moro freqiwully tlir.u they do now. The aversions aiu! attractions, and the ulruroputfc.ble misgivings or coutiucueu which sometimes experience, »u-e duo Vo tludr iullueiieo. Wo are sulijcut to hoih good nml evil iullueiieo from thi* scoiircn ; nml wc conic more fully un der the good or evil according to our character. As we shun evil mid live according to the comnmmlinents, we t • on.fi more fully under the power oi I the angels, who can protect us from danger nml lend us to good. Some softly us hers, no words so sympa thetic as those that pass her lips. Thu house would ho a dreary, thor ny road without her warning voice and guiding baud. A father may he kind, may love notless, hut the wearied child wants the mother’s arms, her soft lullaby songs tlio caresses of her gentle hand. Ail # j uiui^ui imu mini us iu (jumi. ouijh oliiluhuou ih a mixture oi tears and j persons are moro easily imprestud joys. A kind word hrinps asinilo| lludr inlliioii.'c Uum others, nml I hern a harsh word a sigh, a full is pain,!ha limes when wu come mote a loss u joy, Tim first l'ootntcl.u,i fu * , Y unaqi- tMoii-powor vt otUoia. weak and troMrinw. trrown stron-l Buta,, " c ! 5 !'' u0 ' 1 ”l ,i " !,s “l" weak and tri'mldiug. grown .strnn- gci iiy tliu guidauco of a luotlntr «j nru n |i Vn j 8 jn their presence, aud ns fl !VL '- men ndyiinco iii spiritii'il 'air.; tiioy •i’1.0 little wounds, tlio torn ! will he led moro calirelv Iiy tlio Lord olnthoH, tlio lioadaclies, the heart-1 •>}• nioniis ol' Ills word and llio mes- sougcr Ho solids to us." fly. But at last it found a new occupation; it. begun to spin for itself a silken cn.su, or tie> Itself to a twig by a silky cord, and here it wus very near lie leaned over the | lav or swung for some time in bed and whispered : I white is called the "chrysalis” “Father, do you know me?" (state, till, when the bright, warm Thu GUI Alan Who Smiled. One time there was an old man living in Detroit. His hack was bent, liis step was slow, and mon gazed upon liis snowy locks and wrinkled face and whispered tu oacli other: “Ho is a good old man who lias not long to live The old mun had been well oil' in,liis day, hut when lie found him, self oil the shady side of life, wifo dead and home broken up, hosuid to li is ouly son : '.‘ Here, William, take all I havo and let your homo ho my home until l die.” The son took the paper—you hot hi) did 1 and the father wus given a co/.y corner, u big clmir ami a corn-eeli pipe. All went well for a year or so, and then tlio son und the son’s wife began to make it llow Buttortlles tvre Made. for the nice old nmn iu the corner. They throw out hints] deprived hint efhiscefnforts and one cold Jay iu winter lie was told he hud hotter go to Halifax Nova Heotia. The olil iuiviTh heart was sore iih i . iviHtt oiil iii the wdihi to battle , . , , h,. went out O J hands a love*.y butterfly which si jiMiant lit.ttgcr amicohl, utiil when , . . . 411 f it I iu*l been eluding m the garden .'m i>i »ht catim locowereu in a cl. oi 1 ° '"o' 11 , I.ii , j nearly half on li.ntr. way aud wop «■ * j i‘Wliat have you there, liafif?’ a Who is unit mg that Ohlti-niu- k " 1 ,,, , „ aslafl her Itrlier, looking up from w’.. ini thero - culled a tcportci, , ' w r , , I i.„ liii> hook; “h-t me nee. whoso () “ Bt0 ., H “A fflumlly, p.tpu,'' repliwt paltud the old UlUtt tin till) lived] j Katie,I t.unit,g to the garden chair “Oh, yes—I know you like n book,” replied the dying man. ] “And, father, don’t yon see that this thing is almost killing me.'’ “YesS, William, I see it ” “Aud, father—those—those— bonds, you know, I suppose you want them used to purchase you a monument : n “Correct, William,” whispered the father, winkinga ghastly wink and as that same old smile covered his face death came to take him to a better honJb. When evening fell and the son and the son’s wifo were wildly searching the straw bed to get their hands on those bonds, a reporter stood under the gas lamp across the street, nml with his thumb on his noso ho sweetly called out: Sold agin and got the tiu—next filial son step forward T ; “There, 1 have caught him at last! What a beauty! and I nev er could catc h a butterfiy before.” The words were uttered in an weather came, the cocoon burs?, nml out. flew a beautiful butterfly.’ “Oh, pupa, how wonderful ! 1 had no idea a eatterpillar could turn to a butterfly. Do you think it rememborod while it was flying about, flint it once was a c terpil- lar, only able to crawl ?” “No, I don't suppose it did, dear; it could not think you know, either about the past or future; it on I y enjoyed the sunshine of its hour. Hut now look at the wings. Wlmt are they made of?” Katie looked, and gently touch ed the wing, “llow soft und downy it feels ! what is it papa?' “Feathers. We will look at it under my microscope, and then you will see that the wiugs arc covered with very small hut quite perfect scales. Como into the li brary, we have just time to in spect it before dinner.'' Katie followed her futhor into the house, and watched .while he put the butterfly under the micro scope, uml then eagerly looked through the glass. “How beauti ful,'’ she cried ; “they arc real lit tle scales! L'ftpa,” she added, excited tone by little Katie Kirk- j tundug round, '‘how wonderfully hum, as sho grasped iu both h topple of down—no dungeon affect. And a lad grows to ho a man only to find that “mother’' is the same. 11 he errs, she weeps; if lie is good and manly sho rejoices. Hers the only love that lasts—en dures fordvor. The wolf of stmvatioti may en ter the door, but her love is only tried to shine the brighter. All the world may call her son a crim inal, hut tlio mother ouly. believes it not. Triuls may beset you, storms gather over you, vexations come, ruiu drag you dawn, but there is one who stands firm in yom cause, who will never leave you. The criminal on the scaffold has suffered a feeling because liis had deeds would cause a pang in a mother’s heart. The low und wretched, dying iu some dark abode of sin, lmvo died with that, name upon their lips. There is no praise like her praise, there arc no sad tears tlmt pains us so much as hers. V Singular Dream. It us kin's Mo tli or. ■Much l owe to my mother for t nv^ big so exercised mo in the Scripture* us to make mo grasp them in wlmt correspondent would call their “con- eroto whole nml above, all taughi mo to reverence them a p transcending all thought, and adorning ail conduct. This she effected, not by her own say ings or personal aulhority, but simply by compelling me to read t! c boob thoroughly for myself. As soon ns J was able to read with fluency, she be gun n course of Hilda work with mu which never ceased until 1 went to Oxford. .She read alternate verse.- with me, watching at first every do nation of my voice, and correcting the false ones, till she made me understand the verse, if within my reach, rightly and energetically. It mi^ht he beyond mo altogether; that she did not care about; but she made sure that as soon ns I got hold of it at all, 1 should get hold of it by tlio right end. !n this way she. began with the tin.! vevso of Genesis, and went straight through the Inst veive of the Apori.i lypse; hard names, number, hevith-aJ law, and nil; and began again at Gen esis next day ; if a name was hard, the hotter cxcrefso in pronunciation; if a chapter was tiresome, tiie hotter les son in patience; ilToathsome, the bet ter tlio lesson in faith that, there wiw some use iu its being so outspoken; After our chapters (from two or three a day, according to their length, I lid first thing after breakfast, und'no iu- About a year ago or more a muu j terruption fr no servants allowed— lost his wife by death, and was j none from visitors, who either joined therefore left a widower. Time j in the reading or had to stay up st irs wore on,and grief at his loss wore 1 ~^ a,, d none Irom any visiting.-* o * ex- off; hut one night his former wife appeared to him in the form of an j angel. The once beloved intro-! eursioiis, except real traveling), i h id to get a few verses l>y heart, or repeat, to make sure I had not lost something of wlmt was already known; mid; dtiued to the solitary man a woman < with the chapters above eijuimwntcd, whom sho whispcml to ho his sue- f, 2°""',"''"'l* b ‘"'- v ,,r , ! ll l ” 1 line old Scottish paraphrases, which ■ise .*.;nl kind God must be to tub I jiiouh trouble over nhiittei Iiy *•* Jond wife. Tlw'imo uml form wore my oliilil, I |m irliiJ you 1 strange, liiit. (In- torn: m>4 font-liras ‘.\!i : very good, melodious, and forceful so. nud to which,., together with . , . . , . , .... Iflhie itself, 2 owe tl c fiist ettiiivn* ve .’bund that out. You spunk I wore much mi pressed on the iniuu ( t ioa of my ear in sound. 1; is.-dr.mv ry iliftoioiiily from tl.. fte .»««. • welt. I«^lj ^0-0^ iviiv io whii.il von oil ill just now : on, oil. lie ini.cd Io him a u oinan s, "!>h'!i ,0-1 nio most In h‘nt*n. ann ‘God made it, of course ; JIo inmliil'™# Mri ; os|Mili'if'g(Wth, tho lilio-l wl.ioh was. to niv chilli's niimt fiiiylly 11'i'ry thioy.' Tlio fin lit is full of'jhoss l.o uarrio t filMlis hfiu-t. until ] r.'Suu's^.nl!i"? "rail IBs woiutors. If yiiffiVioou flour oue di-y a fuir tfao ‘oassod him on i tlm nm.-i iiiwinn-m me. in in ov<«; * ’ 1 itiiwinu'and h’.orions |iusshi;i ol* tovf tin tail _ #|11 , u ,. (1|l , <l(|| . v WM lg p More her fotliv’r not. ‘J Ul.i aifaid :mi: u».vit. .'oil will tiud liis "win- (hu’itlvooti Thomysiory wjtns,dv-l n ... .i!,'