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THE STANDARD AND EXPRESS. PUBLISHED WEEKLY. VOL. 14. THE Standard & Express I every THURSDAY MO HAIKU BY S. H. SMITH & CO. SUBSCRIPTION PRICE: $£ per annum, in advance. Professional and Business Cards v- ..-.nr - • ■ '"l- | Joßl> W. WUK KJRD. TllUMAri BILN'EB WOFFOED & MIL.NER, ATTORNEY AT LAW, C'AKTEKSVIIXB, GA. K up stair#, Bank Block. F 1 C. TUM LI X, V J. ATTORNEY at law, CARTEUSVILLE, GA. OWc« o»cr the IRink. JOHN L. MOON, ATTOII NE Y A T 1. AW , CARTEUSVILLE, GA. tTill practice In the counties coni prising the ( kniokee Ci i r iiit, <)fflco over Licbtuan’s store. J) W. MUKPHEY, attorney at law, CARTEUSVILLE. GA. TY'll nrnetice In the courts of the Cherokee Circuit. Purl ie.uliir attention given to the col ectlon of el aims. Ofliee with Col. Abda John ton. c * * Al». WOFFORD, attorne y at law. CARTEUSVILLE, GA. OFFICII in Court-House. jail 26 M. V6U TE, attorney at law, CARTEUSVILLE, GA. ( With Col. 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Bali’s Reaper and Mower, Buck-Eye Reaper and Mower PLOWS—ONE AND TWO-IIORSE BUGGY PLOWS. Also General Agents for “ Pendleton’s Guano Compound,” Cash, SO7 per ton of 2,000 lbs.: Credit Ist Nov., $75 per ton 2,000 lbs. “ Farmer’s Choice,” Manufactured from Night Soil, at Nashville, Tenn.—Cash $45 per ton; credit Ist Nov., SSO; And all other kinds of implements and ma chinery, which we sell as low as any house in the South. Call and see us, or send for Price List. ANDERSON A WELLS. 52 C0X~& HILL, WHOLESALE DEALERS IN Forei and Domestic LIQUORS, Peachtree Street, ATLANTA, GJKOUUIA. Jan. 30-ly. SAMUEL 11. SMITH & COMPANY, EDITORS AND PROPRIETORS. CARTERSVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 13,1873. BLUE AND GREY, A STORY OF THE LATE CIVIL WAR. * IIOW A FEDERAL COLONEL ATTEND ED THE WEDDING OF A CON FEDERATE COLON El. From Our Fireside Friopd. Were there a hundred veterans oft the Army of the Potomac who never marched through Winchester, Vir-; ginia? One doubts it when the records of the war tells him that the town was I captured twenty-three times during the war. It was “Yank” one month, “Johnny” the next, and the inhabit ants got so at last that they dared not! pronounce for either side, they claim-1 ed to be neutral, and only asked the j soldiers in blue and the soldiers in grey to let their chickens alone. If the last year of the war didn’t 1 sweep it away, and the fire has spared j it yet, there stands an old brown ! farm house, with a front yard tilled with cherry trees, and a lot of mul- j berry trees growing up and shading the south end of the house. It is a cozy place for two old whi to-haired parents to sit on the front veranda and rock and doze in the sunshine while a strong-armed son whistles cherily in the growing crops. I saw it thus once, and I saw it af terwards when the storm of war swept over and around it, staining the green grass to a red, and when passionate men and fiery horses swept through the fields and dashed at each other as the black smoke lifted for a moment. One day in the spring of 1862, the dispatches said that the Confederates had been driven out of Winchester, and that the Union forces held pos session. I was not with the victo rious party, but a few days after when the Confederates came back so close that they held half of the town and I the Union forces the other half; I; went down with half a regiment of cavalry and a few battalions of the infantry to hold the ground. Army operations had hardly com menced for the spring, and the Con federates were determined to hold the line of communications open as long as possible. I had a heavy back ing a few miles away, and knowing this, the Confederates only cared to keep me from advancing further than Winchester for the time being. We had our pickets as thick as bees in the northern suburbs of the town, but the main force was back on the road, near the old farm house, where the ground offered better advantages in case of an attack. We had been in camp less than a day when I ascer tained that the farmer’s name was Hastings, and that he had one of the handsomest daughters in all Virginia. Ho asked for a property guard around his farm, and in seeing that the guard was properly posted, I had oc casion to enter the house. There wasn’t that bitterness then which came in after years, and we could all! speak very freely without any fear of offence. The farmer was old and weak, and when I found out that he was a firm believer in secession and rebellion, I had no angry or hot words to give iu reply. Where should one look for ; Southern feeling if not in the homes of Southerners ? The wife was ohl and feeble, and the son away in Richmond, and it was natural enough that I should ! make up my mind to stand between I the beautiful Kate Hastings and the j inconveniences of war as much as Ii could. I don’t think I violated any of the rules and regulations when I promis ed the family that their property should be preserved from raiders and i their personal liberties abridged only so far as the safety of my command required. Os course, I could not al low them to be passing back and forth between the lines, but they should be free to move in any other direction. I teii you right hero that I never saw a more charming, lovely woman than Kate Hastings. 1 lost my heart the moment I saw her, as any other man would. But I was not so idiotic ns to believe that I had only to say the word in order to make her my wife; indeed, 1 very much doubted from tho first if I ever should or could win her. “I trust that we shall all befriends,” she sweetly said, when I was about to leave the house. “It is a cruel j war, deprecated by all for its wounds J and griefs, and civilities from captors j to captive will certainly always be appreciated.” There was an invitation to call whenever I had the opportunity, but there was that modesty and dignity in tho lady’s look and bearing which made her any thing but a love-sick maiden to be easily won. Well, we pitched our camp; had camp routine; changed*pickets; skir mished with tiie Confederates, and things at length were so-so from one day to another. I sat on the veranda and smoked with the old man; I took tea with them ; I read to Kate, and once in a while talked love, or was just going to when she would check me. She was thoroughly Southern in sentiment. I knew it, and therefore we passed politics over for something more agreeable to both. Finally the day came for Winches- j ter to change hands again. A rein-; foreement of cavalry had come to the Confederates, and one day at noon they made the fact known to us. Our pickets came running in, fighting as they came, and closely followed by cavalry, and we had only time to form a battle line before the -enemy was along our front. We had a sharp fight for half an hour, during which time many a brave soldier bit the dust on either side, and then my command had to give way. We were hard pressed in front, and being flanked when the order was given to fall back slowly to the ridge half a mile north of the farm house. As we fell back I saw that the old house had been torn here and there by shots, and fearing for the safety of the family we carried them along with us. All were badly frightened, and made no objections beyond the shots of their friends. Step by step, giving the enemy as good as he sent, we fell back to the ridge, and there we halted. The Confederates came as far as the i farm house and there formed their line and rested, throwing up a breast work and mounting a cannon to com mand the road. We threw up defences, formed a new line, and by sundown every thing was going along as if no battle had occurred and a hundred men in blue and grey had not been sent to their long sleep. There was half a mile of neutral ground between us, and the pickets thrown out were hardly a stone’s throw from each oth er. An hour after we fell hack, the Hastings family came to me from a farm house where they had taken refuge. 1 knew that they wanted to return home and was therefore ready for the old man’s question. “Os course you can go,” 1 replied, though it pained me to think that I should looso Kate’s society. “I only ask that you repeat after me an oath that you Will not give your Confed erate" friends information concerning us.” They repeated the words, and we walked down to the picket. A hand shake all round, and then they took their leave, and my air castles came toppling down. The chances were hardly one in a score that I should ever see either of the three again. Having seemingly gained all they desired, the Confederates did not seek to drive us further. Several days passed without even a shot from the pickets, when one day to shake otf the rust, I rode with two companies of cavalry which were bound on a raid around the east of Winchester to secure information concerning the strength of the enemy in that direc tion. We had a long ride of seven or eight miles, when coining to a fork in the road, the major took one com pany and myself the other and push ed up the forks. We were riding along carelessly enough when all at once the bushes by the roadside shot flame and smoke. Every thing was confusion at the sudden attack. My horse leaped to one side and then ran up the road. The cavalry men, some of whom were wounded, wheeled about and galloped down the road, and were soon out of sight, and the battle was over in three min utes. “Hold on! hold on! Surrender, Colonel!” shouted a hundred voices at me, and directly my horse carried me into the midst of a hundred cav alrymen, handsomely concealed in a bend in the road. “Goodafternoon,Colonel,” remark ed a deep rich voice on my left. “I’m sorry for you but then you could have fared worse!” I looked around and saw a colonel of cavalry, a handsome man with bright, black eyes and long black beard. His face wore a good natured smile, and he held out his hand to me. “Yes, I might have been killed,” I replied, accepting his hand. “I de serve this for my inexcusable care lessness in not sending scouts for ward.” The cavalry camp was only half a mile up the road, and as the com mand moved along, the colonel and myself rode in the rear. He introdu ced himself to me as Colonel Le Ville. We commented on my capture, the war, etc., and had sighted the camp, when he suddenly inquired: “Have you noticed, Colonel, that the road bends three different times between here and the forks?” “Yes, I think it does,” I replied. ! “Well, now,” he responded, “it will be an easy matter for you to es cape. Turn your horse suddenly, give him the spurs, and you can | reach the forks in five minutes. If ■ any men chase you, and they will, | the’bend in the road will save you. j I shall cry out the moment you get | started, and may shoot you, but shan’t hurt you. “You are rather given to dry jokes,” I replied, endeavoring to laugh. “Such things are not down in army regulations.” “Nevertheless, I mean all I say,” he replied, “We are now ten rods behind the men. Wheel your horse and make him do his best. The firing will have caused the troops on the other road to fall back, and you can soon come up with them.” I looked hard at him, but his coun tenance stood the test. I believed he meant what lie said. The thought came into my head that lie meant to shoot me down, but I repudiated it when I had looked him over again. “Well, Colonel, God bless you,” I said; “if the fortunes of war ever make you a prisoner, I will do as much by you, if it costs me my sword.” I wheeled my horse, gave him the spurs, and was off like a rocket. The Colonel called me to stop and emptied his revolver in shooting over me. Just as I passed around the first bond, I heard the cavalry after me; but they might as well have saved their horses." In ten minutes I was again with the Union troopers, and we were on the gallop back to Winchester. I did not feci free to go into partic- j ulars in regard to my escape, and | the men and officers looked upon it as a great thing, in ferring that I had j fought my way out. It puzzled me ! more than I can tell to account for the generosity of the officer. I had never seen him before; had never j known of a similar instance, and all j my pondering .failed to bring the re-: motest satisfactory solution. But I was to secure a solution at last. For a week or so we had a monot onous life at camp, without a move ment on either side, and then we dev termined that Winchester should i change hands again. In council we j planned an attack. Part of the in- 1 fantry were to advance by the road,; part to attempt a flank movement on i the enemy’s left, assisted by cavalry, and I was to lead the balance of the cavalry, dismounted, in an attack on his right. Everything was quietly arranged, and one noon we gave the confeder ates a return surprise. The first inti mation of our programme was the driving in of the pickets, and our men came near leaping their breast works. However, the enemy quickly rallied, and then we had it* hot and heavy, carbines cracked, bugles soun ded, the terrific cannou roared, the muskets rattled, men shouted like demons, and a pall of smoke covered i it all. Having plenty to do to defend this point the Confederates left their camp exposed for us to dash at. We I swept down upon them, and then it was a hand fight. Someone dashed at me through the smoke, and I lun ged back, feeling that my sword had found flesh. They charged and were driven i back; we charged and drove them. I caught sight of fluttering garments j as we pressed forward, and the next moment stopped close to a woman who was kneeling beside a wounded officer lying at full length on the ground. Through the blue smoke I caught her eyes fixed on mine in terrible re proach, aud above the dash of arms and the shrieks of the dj ing I heard the auick words: “You have killed him—now stab me- to the heart! It was Kate! I hardly know what happened dur ing the next flve minutes, but at the end of that time we had driven the enemy kick into the village, and a few minutes later clear out of the Southern suburbs. Then I very has tily returned to the battle field. , The dead were lying all about, and the wounded were crying out on every hand. The work of careing ft>r the latter had already commen ced, and I went straight to Kate, who was weeping and sobbiug over the white face of a Confederate offi cer. “Go away! he is dead forever!” she wailed, as I came nearer. “War is but murder; he was mur dered !” Stooping down I found that the of ficer had a sword cut in the shoulder, and that a pistol ha!! had creased his skull, stunning him for a time. Even as I made the examination he moved a little and groaned out, and in two or three minutes was fully conscious of his situation. Kate was like a lunatic. She laughed aud cried until the powder stained soldiers thought the noise of battle had driven her crazy. The old house had been riddled again and again, but the farmer and his wife were unhurt. It was only a little way off, and when we had car ried the officer there, a surgeon dress ed his wounds. The dead were buried, the wound ed sheltered and dressed, and when night came our lines were advanced so as to put Winchester behind us. I did not go back to the farm house until next day. The officer’s face was so stained with blood and powder when I saw it the day before that I had no idea who it was, merely noticing that he was a Colonel of cavalry. What was my great sur prise, then, to encounter the phiz of Col. Le Ville as 1 entered a bedroom at farm house. “Good afternoon, Colonel; I am sorry for you, hut you could have fared worse!” I exclaimed, repeating the words he had used when ad dressing me as a prisoner. He was bandaged up and was still very weak, hut he smiled cheerfully and cordially held out his hand fora sliake. I saw in a minute how matters were. He was Kate’s lover. I had only to notice her blushes and the tender look in her eyes to be sure of the fact. Then it came to me that Ville had been with those who drove us out of Winchester. He had heard from the Hastings family that all had been well used and courteous ly treated, and to show me that he was appreciative, he had allowed me to escape. It gave me a bitter pang to feel that any further struggle on my part was hopeless, but I tried to shake off any sour feeling. I was in duty bound to take the Colonel’s word of honor, if no more, that he should not attempt escape. It may seem strange to you that I did not. The official report of the battle forwarded to my superior did not even mention the fact of his capture. I saw the Colonel almost every day. In a week he was able to walk around. I saw that he was somewhat anxious to know what disposition would he made of him, but 1 left him to work out that problem. One morning I missed him. No one seemed to know what had become of him, and I did not press them for particulars. The Colonel and I were even. Well, there came an order which took me to post a hundred miles a way, and in the hot campaign I came near forgetting the Hastings family and the Cononel. One day, when a regiment of Un ion cavalry was hurled against a thousand Confederate horsemen, and when victory seemed about to perch on our flag, a battery of artillery played such havoc among us that the bugle blew a retreat. In the confu sion, thirty or forty of us were cut off and made prisoners. “Good afternoon, Colonel. I’m sor ry for you, but you could have fared worse!” Close at my right hand was Col. Le Ville, hearty and well and his sa bre not yet sheathed after the fight. A hundred men wondered as we shook hands; but we fully understood ourselves. “I can’t let you ride off as you did before,” remarked the Colonel as he passed with me behind the line of battle. “But yon shan’t bo. long a prisoner. I’ll you exchanged within three days.” And lie kept his word. While oth er officers went off to Richmond, I w'ent to Washington, and then to my regiment, duly exchanged. Ilis in fluence was what effected it. lie was not married yet, but lie informed me that he should be in a few months, and in his joking way invited me cordially to his wedding, which was to take place at the Has tings’ farm-house. “I think I’ll come,” I replied; ‘‘and in case I should capture you a gain, I shall clear off this debt; you are one ahead now.” Nothing was more frequent than to change the cavalry from left to centre, from centre to right, and back and forth until it might be said of them that they did not belong to any one’s division. So I thought noth ing strange of it when my regiment took a march of seventy miles, and brought up one night on the road to Winchester, not half a mile from the old farm house. There was to be an advance on that road, and we were to take the front. Infantry and artillery were in force at our backs, and we learned from a scout soon after dark, that the Confederates were certainly on the re treat, leaving not a soldier between us and the.farm hones. There was no one in advance to or der me to make an advance, and as we had selected a camping spot, no advance was made. Something kept telling me all the time that Col. Re Ville was near. I could not shake off the voice, and so wandered down the road where the pickets were stationed: The advance was within a dozen rods of the farm-house. As it had not been disturbed, I pushed very rapidly almost to the house, followed with the reserve picket. Everything was still around the place, but we saw shadow's on the cur tains, and dually entered the yard and walked up the path. Nearing the door I heard a deep solemn voice reading or repeating a ceremo ny. Stepping boldly up, followed by the men, I opened the door upon a marriage ceremony. Col Le Ville, in full uniform, held the hand of Kate Hastings; a min ister stood before them, the parents on either side; one or two citizens were there as witnesses. The group was thunderstruck, and for a mo ment no one moved or spoke. “Good evening, Colonel,” 1 re marked. “You invited me, you re member, and I am here.” I held the door so that none of my men had looked into the room. I now whispered to them to go back to the road and look sharp, and then entered the room. The clergyman had taken a seat, and was ordered to go on, and no ex planations were then made until Miss Kate Hastings was made Mrs. Col. Le Ville. Then we explained.— There was laughing and crying, and a’‘regular time,” as the old ladies say, “The Colonel did not know that the Confederate rear guard had pass ed on, but was intending to wed Kate and move South an hour after. He looked at me and read my decision, and Kate leaned on his shoulder and wept that he was again a prisoner. What happened ? Well nothing to you. I don’t want to hear anything about “army regulations,” “conspiracies,” “court martinis,” and sueli talk. It is, how ever, my opinion that Col, Le Ville got away somehow. 1 was down in the Shenandoah Valley a few months ago, and whom think 1 took dinner with? The Colonel looked as bright and happy as a new' silver dollar, and: Kate was more charming than ever.! The war rested hard on both, hut j peace and love had made the farm-] house a little paradise, and there! w’as money in the crops growing on i every foot of ground. A curly-headed hoy was racing a bout, and lie was named after me. 1f | they had not told me this, 1 should not have had the courage to reply! that I had a handsomes little daughter away up in Michigan named Kate. Neither Uuele Samuel nor Jeffer son Davis ever knew the customs of war were most signally outraged, and it is too late to court martial either one of us now. NEW CHURCH. REV. MR. BURKEHEAD —HE PREACH ES A SERIES OF SERMONS IN ROCK MART. Rev. Mr. Burkcliead, of Carters ville, accompanied by Rev. Mr. John son, of Euharlce, visited our town on Sabbath last, and preached a most excellent sermon in the Academy at II o’clock on that day. On Sunday i night, tit the same place, he preached j a sermon showing that Man, by the | Fall, instead of loosing any thing had gained every thing. The sermon was just such a one as the talented gentle man alone could preach. Hisargu incnts were clear, conclusive and wonderfully convincing, and the large audience was held almost spell bound during the entire discourse. Monday, he preached again at the Academy, and at night, concluded ; his sermon on the Fall of Man, com menced on Sunday night, and to which we have just alluded, in the Methodist Chuch at Van Wert. The object of Mr. Burkehead’s visit to Rockmart, was to take the initial steps in erecting a Presbyterian j Church, and he it said to the honor of our people, they are responding lib-; erally to this laudable enterprise. lit ] response to the call for volunteers to i canvass the community and see what could he done in the way of raising I ; money by subscription, several ladies j ! and gentlemen kindly offered their i services, and we are proud to say have gone to work in good earnest, and are meeting with almost unprece dented success. We have not the remotest idea hut that the church will be built and that very soon. Our people are determin ed not to let the opportunity pass, feeling and knowing as they do, the great need in which we stand of such good and ennobling institutions. We can think of nothing which would give a greater impetus to our little city than a church. Show us a peo ple who refuse to encourage such en terprises, and we will show you a people who live in semi-barbarism— rough, uncouth, unrefined, uneducat ed, and who approximate the brute creation more closely than God Al mighty ever intended any of the hu man family ever should. Let us all go to work with no view to failing, but determined to succeed, and success will as certainly crown our efforts as we make the attempt. Be it said to the praise of the ladies, they are, in this, as in all other good undertakings, taking the lead, and we make the assertion, that if the men will only exert themselves to one half the extent they do, the building of the church is a" fixed fact. We have no doubt but that one half of the churches which bless this Christian land of ours now, were built mainly through the instrumentality of our noble ladies. Therefore, is it not a source of encouragement—a foreshad owing of success to sen the very deep interest manifested by the ladies of our town and vicinity in this matter. —Rockmrurt Reporter. A Freak of Nature With an Old Man.—Says the Dalton Citizen: ‘‘ln conversation with an intelli gent and credible gentleman from Tennessee, we learned the following feetes regardiug his father, residing in Wilson county in that State. He has attained the age of 101) years and is able to walk about. He used to bacco for 60 years of his life, and quit the use of it in his 95th year. He is now having anew sett of teeth forming and has been bald, and now has anew head of hair coming out.” A colored gentlemen went to con sult one of the most consientious law yers, and after stating his case said: “Now Mr.—, I know you’s a law yer, but I wish you would please sir, jist tell me de truss bout dat matter.” Do you go to school now’ Charlie.’ Yes sir; I had a tight to day, too - You had ?„ Which whipped ? Oh I got whipped, he replied with great frankness. Was the other bay bigger than you? No, he was littler.— Well how come you to let a littler ! boy whip you ? Oh, you see he was j madder nor I was. ORIENT PEARLS AT RANDOM STRUNG. Doctrines are of use only as they are practiced. Men may go to perdition with their heads full of truth. Riches are not among the number of things that uro good. It is not poverty that cau <e« sorrow* but covetous desires. Deliver yourself from appetite and you will be free. You must not be afraid of work if you wish health and wealth. Chastise your passions, that they may not chastise you. No chain is stronger than the weak est link in it. He who foresees calamities, suffers them twice over. Branches may bo trained, but not the trunk. It is better to be envied than to be pitied. Wise sayings often fall to the ground, but kind words never die. If Jesus had his body broken for me, let my heart break for him. If you would create something you must do something. Selfishness is a devil that wears a hundred disguises, and often looks as white as an angel of light. Tho purest joys of earth are like those eastern birds whose beauty is in their wings—they fly away. Duties fulfilled are still recognized as a debt, for w holly enough is never done. Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to speak of you as they please. * .... Every base occupation makes one sharp in its practice, and dull in every other. We cannot control the evil tongues of others, but a good life enables us to despise them. The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more—they reward virtue. The.truth is godlike; it does notap- ! pear directly, but must be guessed at j from its manifestations. Love that has nothing but beauty : to keep it in good health, is short-liv ed and apt to have ague tits. It is one of the beautiful compensa tions of this life that no one can sin cerely try to help another without thereby helping himself. Ifamanis naturally slothful, he always interprets Providence in fa vor of taking his own ease, and do ing as little as he can. “1 am on the bright side of seven ty, said an aged man of God, “the bright side, because nearer to ever lasting glory.” If a man is self-seeking and ambi tious, or likes to flatter himself that he is working for God, he is only working for human applause. To hold the truth and fight for it is one thing; to he sanctified through ft is another, and quite a different thing. Happy is he who knows how to place the lamp of the past so that its beams shall light the future course. There is no approbativeness in Na ture. She lias no eye cut for specta tors, and no sense of the effect she produces on the beholders. Do not be above your business.— i He who turns up his nose at his work, quarrels with his bread and butter. No one who is a lover of money, a lover of pleasure, or a lover of glory,! is likewise a lover of mankind. Every murmur is a murderer: he! kills many at once—namely, his joy, ! his comfort his peace; his rest, and soul. Os a dead Christian it has been said: Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep From which none ever wake to weep. Said the good Countess of Blessing-! ton, in her 84th yeor: “My work is done. I have noth ing to do but to go to my Father. “1 believe in God.” Beautiful, praisworthy words; but to recog nize God when and wherever he I nmy disclose himself, is true bless edness on earth. Sorrow is a kind of rest to the soul which every new idea contributes in its passage, to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagant life,, and is remedied by exercise and motion. To an humble Christian it was re marked, “I fear you are near anoth er world,” “Fear it sir!” he repli ed, “I know I am; but blessed be the Lord! I do not fear it, I hope it.” ARE WE A LINGUIST! Several young ladies, we learn, are j curious to know if we are a linguist If not how we could have known what a certain Italian Opera singer said on a certain occasion. Now’ la-' dies, remember this, “a Local editor | understands all languages and is sup-; posed to kno w’e very thing and a heap j more besides; and that it is very dan gerousto question his learning or to I insinuate anything against his verac ity. Men who have done these things have suddenly disappeared j forever and left no trace behind save, perhaps, a hat floating on some quiet I stream, or perhaps a melancholy boot ; dragged up by seineing, both sugges- j ! ing an awful fate. And further the i sweet sweet-hearts of imprudent | young ladies have been ent up as if by a sausage grinder and choice por ; tions of em sent to the aforesaid im ; prudent young lady as a warning., Now the aoer of these dire deeds is | never brought before the courts or punished, for the Local Editor is held in just respect and fear by the: ! officers of the law. Hence don’t j doubt but what w r e fully understand Italian and reported “that Opera” singer correctly. Please, ladies, don’t j dolt, nor let your sweethearts or big brother do it \—Ex. K~ * * A w’orthy deacon in a town some- ’ j where or other, gave notice at a prayer | meeting, the other night, of a church j meeting that was to be held immodi. ; ately after, and unconsciously added: “There is no objection to the feuf*!* brethren remaining.” This reminds us of a clergyman who told in his sermon of a very affecting scene, | where “there wasn’t a dry tear in j the house.” SUBSCRIPTION : $2 per annum. The young ladies of Vasa&r College have formed nn “antl-falllng-iu-tove before-y ou-are-o u t-o f-school-el üb. ” “Mamma, do you kuow what the largest species of ants are? You shake your head. Well, 1 ’ll tell you. They’re eleph-unts.” A sweet iittle boy, only eight years old—bless his little heart—walked in to the scene of a teacher’s examina tion at Oswego, last week, and baw led out, “Annie, your fetter’s down to the housed” Running short of “talk,” while calling on hi* sweetness, a brilliant idea struck a Kansas youth. ’“On** thing is certain,” said lie: “I f 1 don’t go over the plains this spring. I’ll marry and raise a crap.” The young man who proposed to the young lady of his choice tht* other night and was rejected, gave uotieo that he would move for a reconsid eration at their next regular meet ing- _ A young lady in lowa recently whipped out an incipient conflagra tion with her stockings. She had heard that firemen list'd hose in stop -1 ping Art's and is now satisfied that they are the proper thing. The following is the copy of a will left by a man who chose to bo his own lawyer: “This is the last will and testament of me, John Tomas. I give ail my things to my relations, to be divided among them the Lest way they can. N. B.—ls anybody kicks up a row, or makes any fuss a bout it, lie isn’t to have anything.’’ A farmer, whose cribs were full of corn, was accustomed to pray that the wants of the needy* might be sup plied ; but when any one in needy circumstances asked for a little of his corn, he said that he had none to spare. One day after hearing his fa ther pray for the poor and needy, his little son said to him : “Father, I wish I had your corn.” “Why, my soil, what could you do with it?” asked the father. “Thechild replied: “I would an swer your prayers.” Asa fop was riding a very fine horse in the park, a young and pretty lady was very evidently admiring the animal, when lie stopped and impu dently asked, “Are you admiring me, miss?” “No,” was the ready reply “I was admiring Iho horse, not the donkey.” LITERAL ANSWERS. A lady noticed a boy sprinkling salt on the sidewalk to Lake off the ice, and remarked to a friend, pointing to the salt: “Now’ that’s benevolence.” “No it ain’t,” said the boy some what indignantly, “it’s salt.” So, when a lady asked her servant girl if the hired man cleaned the snow off with alacrity, she replied: “No, nui’m, he used a shovle.” The same little turn of mind which we have been illustrating is some times used intentionally, and perhaps a little maliciously, and thus be comes the property of wit instead of blunder. Thus w r o hear of a very po lite and impressive gentleman who said to a youth in the street: “Boy, may I inquire where It >b inson’s drug store is ?” “Certainly, sir,” replied the boy, very respectfully. “ Well, sir,” said the gentleman af : ter waiting awhile, “where is it ?” “I have not the least idea, yer hon > or,” said the urchin. There was another boy who was | accosted by an ascetic middle-aged | lady with : “Boy, I want to go to Dover street.” •‘Well, ma’am,” said the boy, | “w’hy don’t you go then?” One day, at Lake George, a party jof gentlemen strolling among the | beautiful islands on the lake, with i bad luck, espied a little fellow w ith a red shirt and a straw hat, dangling j a line over the side of a boat. “Hallo, boy,” said one of them, “what are you doing?” “Fishing,” came the answer. “Well of course,” said the gentle- man ; “but what do you catch ?” “Fish you fool! What do you s’pose?” “Did any of you ever sec an ele phant’s skin«i”’"inquired a teacher of of an infant class. “I have,” exclaimed one. “Where?” asked the teacher. “On the elephant,’ said the b >y, ; laughing. Sometimes this sort of wit dogen j erates or rises, as the case maybe, in ! to punning, as when Flora pointed pensively to the heavy masses of : clouds in the sky, saying: “1 wonder where those ci<»ud.- are I going?” and her brother replied : “I think they are going to thurs j der.” Also the following dialogue : “Hallo, there! how do you soil : your wood?” |” “By the cord.” “How long has it been cut ! “Four feet.” “I mean how long has it been since I you cut it?” | “No longer than it is now’.” | And also when Patrick O’Flynn ! was seen with his collar and bosom sadly begrimmed, and was indignant ly asked by his officer: i " “Patrick O’Flvnn ! how T long do i you wear a shirt? j ‘‘Tw’enty-eight inches, sir.” i This reminds one of an instance [ which is said to have occurred reeent !ly in Chatham street, New York, where a countryman was elfunorous ly besieged by a shop-keeper: “Have you any line shirts?” said 1 the countryman. i “A splendid assortment. Sie ; « in, i sir. Every price and every ’ style.* I The cheapest in the market, sir.’’ “Are they clean ?” “To be sure, sir.” “Then,” said the countryman, with great gravity, “you had beitor j put on one, for you need it.” m n.
