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Lumpkin, Georgia-
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Ai*~-ftuniue Rl.it
We'll ding proud freedom’* banner out,
t'nmlli.-.i mid hb fair t
Well swell tho chorus and well about
For Seymour and for lUalr.
We'll fling proud fn-nlom'a banner ont,
O'er land from »ea to so* ;
We'll *well tho clioni* and well sboUt
We mu*t agaiu be Irec!
Hurrah, hurrah, for Seymour and lor Rlair,
W. 'll (ting proud fk-uedoins banner out, unsul
lied o..d t6 fah'.
From N'orlltfrn ellme* wo hear the drain,
On Eetora hill* the sound ;
It rolls oVr every ftuuthern plain.
And shake* the West around !
While tyrants then 1 their thrones upon,
Speak loud or people's ••rights.”
Well push the car orfreeditin on
I'pbold ■ be .Stars and Strip s.
llunab, hurrah, Ac.
Yes. onward roll btr tulghly power*
'Twill neve* be to<i late
To Una tills boantlon* ia«d of oo» - :
To aave tbo ship of SUlo.
An l when the race Is mn and out,
< »r land from sea to sea,
We'll swell the choni* and we’ll about
That we again nre iVue I
Hurrah, hrtrfali, do.
\Ve*ll then throw olftlte soldier’s abroad
Of war— oppteMloii'R sigh* {
We'll banish then the gloomy cloud
That o'er the nation lies.
We'll King proud freedom'll banner nWl,
1'imllled auil so fail \
We'll swell t he ThMrli* and we'll riltnlt
For tayiuour nud foi Blair.
Hurrah, hurrah, Ac,
THE CUTHBERT APPEAL.
Vol. II,
Ctithbert, Georgia, THURSDAY, August 6, 1868.
Wo. 40.
The Dentil of Lotrti
May a Jfftd die T -1 ktvsw 'tvras raid of old
The blg-lungvd unlwrac pealcil llm awful cry—
(treat Fan Is dead !'*—but since hath It been,
known
That death hath touched Olympus I Do gods
die I
VetoedTy ! would have reasoned with the world
'(iainrl litlve'a mortality ; hut logins 1 aee
A fund that held the living soul of I»0V'-.
HhroitUed and cuffloc«l. laid buaide Its trale,
With wreck* of Ills creations scattered found,
And utter desolation brooding deep
And sickening horror* on tho stilling air.
It teem* ns it the last of all dead thing*
Dead frlenda ilenil hopes, ambitions - all
Were shrouded with uuo curiam -onu lifeless
heap.
To pom forever from the right »Wn*.
And sound lit dead, ami Ills Itself Is dead.
And. too. no birth may follow, no new thing
UufttW Upon ttto earth. The peun sung
II* morning stats must epitaph (he dead.
But I* love dead f It lint*! be, for I feci
A deadneas such aa only cotpae* I few I.
A chill that living things cannot iliffli***,
A w ant. a minion world* may never fill,
A imp* no sun can ripen IttVi froili
A dwolfltloo—RCuaUat nnd ilia Iasi.
lie Wbtt [nils a loved one fmni ills sight,
Weeps a few teats then turn* him trt the world,
And klnrilea new sfltatlom ’nvath nrW ryes.
Itut I, who Hand beside (hr corpse ol I***.
Turn where 1 will, meet front til front Situ
death
And such a ije.'lb I—nut eVft Hull utlcr ho
That smites damned Spirit* in the nrtlisr liell
Fan N* luore awful, more eternal than this,
f.ie iidlverae seem* shaltered, blear star-eyes,
Sightless *ud gh.oil/. from tlndr sockets stare ;
The sun l* luminous no more *, the
Is dead and buried ’math a bank or cloud ;
The earth a pulseless coffstdi All is dead
rot Lote Is dead and Life may live 110 moro.
Good .Mglit
flood Rlftfl fo Uwc. lady. Though many
Have joined In (ltd dunce to-night,
Thy form was the fulrost of any,
Where all was seducing and bright |
TIlV smile was the softest and dealest,
*fliy form the most sylnb-like of all,
Thy ' rolce Hie ntttsl gladsome and clearest.
That o'fL' Usd n purtner In tbfalh
frond nlulit to Hire, lady !--’lla over -
Tbo (lance, the {lUdflllo. ami the song—
The whispered farewell of the lover.
Tito heartless adieu of tho throng :
The heart that whs throbbing with pu*aattfr,
Tbo eyelid that long'd for repoaC—
To- UmiX that wern druaming of tmiMiri-,
Tin- gins that weru dreaming of beaux.
'TD over— the liulits are all dying,
The coaches all drlviug away •,
And many a fair ope ia sighing
And many a false one la gay ;
Aud Beauty counts over her numlier*
Of coinpieatH os homeward she drives -
Ami so mo have gono home to Undr slumber*
And souiu arc gone home to their wives.
There arc tonus tbst will haunt us though lone
ly
Our path be o’er mountain or sea ;
There are looks that will part iioui v* only,
When memory ceases to be ;
There are hope* w Hlcb our burden can light
en.
Though toilsome and strep be the way,
Ami dream* that, like moonlight enn brighten.
With a light that is clearer than day.
There are names that aecherish, though name
less.
For aye on the lip they may be :
There are hearts that though fettered arc
timelnw,
And thoughts naexprea*ed. hut still free.
And some are too grave for a rover,
Aad some for a husband too light.
The ball and my dream are all over
Good algbt to the*, lady 1 good night!
TaI-kiso to CniumE* —Tbo story U
told of a venerable theological professor,
that, while once addressing a Sunday
School, he happened to use the word
‘epitome ’ Suspecting that he might
be using too big a word for their com
prehension, he thus translated it into
eagl'tsb vernacular. ‘But perhaps, chil
dren, you don’t know what epitome
meaneth. Epitome; why, it is thynony-
mouth with thynoptliilh. That was a
miracle of dearness compared with the
explanation of Christ's presence in the sa
crament which Dr. Morgan Dix gives to
confirmation dosses in bis manual. He
tells these children that Christ’s ‘glori
fied humanity’ becomes present in the
communion ‘supra-locally, byper-physi-
cally, and spiritually, in iome way be
lieved on by the Church, but known
only to God!’
tSf“ A newspaper says : "A child
was run over by a wagon three yeara
old and cross-eyed with pantalets which
never spoke afterwards.”
The Dark Hour Beforo Day,
‘It’s no use, Becky,'sold the little
lame cobbler, dropping his head upon
his bands and looking ns he felt, Iho
personification of despair, ' l'vo offended
the Lord some hovY, nHd he won’t let mo
havo n chance to keep n homo over
yottr bends. I krtttw I'm Hot nil I oilglit
to Ik*, imd I’m pdnished.'
B. cky \tciH across the room arid pat
ted her husband on the bnck.
Now, don’t lake on, Nick, don’t,’ slio
*«id, ' that can’t be, for llo that knows
all, knowB how good yoU oro. Bettor
imicnMI come. They’re pure to • nnd
you’ll ho rewordod for all your pntienco
yet. Thtl tlortccsl hour Is Just belbro
day.’
The cobbler shook his head.
•l'vo gin up hope,’he said. ‘Wind
with tho rent ntul the bill for tho illetli-
cine. It was like me to got sick just at
tho worst, nnd no work coming in—and
the now shop, with the gilt sign, tempt
ing folks from our shabby basement,
evi a lor the mending or their old shoos.
I’m crushed down. Why, Von nro ft*
thin and while ae a ghost. You haven’t
tasted meat this week, Beck.’
1 No more huvo von,’ said Becky.*—
‘ Brit In, why, there Is folks thinks meat
Unhulsonro; wegoturinns, Nick, they
cnll ’em; where I lived out once, I suw
DIM* tinhorn.'
* llid you sny bread was unhulsotne
too?' naked Nick. ‘ Oh, gnl, I wish I’d
loft you living out at service. Nosy
nnd bright and nappy; but I meant to
do better, I said, if I was nil able-
bodied ittttttt I’d work somehow nr some
whero, but Its tho last of nothing with
me. Becky, Why didn’t you take Tim
Rolf, the wheelwright, unu send the lib
i tie limping cobbler about his business?’
I ‘ I didn’t like Tim,’ said Becky, 1 nnd
I I just know how nice and coxy we’d be
together. Never a quarrel Nick. Atltl
how wo used to go to Hoboken and
huvo lemonade In Iho garden, and ctvtne
home aft or dark an ofternoon/nnd how
we used to go to churuh on ttnndny
morning in dot lies ns good as any one.’
* Used,’ sighed poor Nick.
• \\ by, it can’t be till up hill,’ said
Becky. ‘ 1 haven't lime to go out gnl-
vanting now, but la, 1 don’t tniWlft.—
Wo'ro steady married folks now, you
know.’
' Oh. Beeky,’ said the cobldor,' you
try to keep up heart, bi.i }'oll know it’s
eonm V* Mat-ring-.’
They looked ut each other, nnd then
n. ekv imt her arms about her husband.
She (iiu not ween upon his bosom; aim
was so big nnd so strong, and ho so
small wnd trull. Hint It only seemed uni-
unit Ilf reverse mutters she hugged
I him UJ* tit her ahmiMur ai;'l t'uVcfetl his
iioiitl over with bur itpfnn, and put her
; check down otltsltlo tho bumile thus
I made, and Boollmd and put ted him tin il
lie IihiI been n baby. Bui she cried,
t*v*, and tho uprofl was wot through in
I no time.
j It was a bud Mato of thing’s. No
money, no food, no fire, and winter at
its coldest. The childien sent to school
bruakfastlcBs for the sake o| the warmth
tt» bo liad j the little cobbler ns helpless
fts tnan cotdd he, except «t his trude,
nnd Becky's washing stopped, for Heav
en only knows how Tong, by n gront fel
on in the paltn of her light bund. Bill
Becky loved tho queer I ttlu mortal —she
stopped cryiffg Irst, nnd kissed him be
tween the eyes—great, It ightened blue
syes, that seemed made f >r Crying.
' Von clay hoffte, umt mind the place,
sliv inid, ' I’m going nut awhile, l'cr
haps there'll be a bit of luck—wild
kh'Vrs.’
I'hc pul on h<*r bonnet nud shawl—
su»li a thin little shawl— wlnoh Into
been used for on Ironing cloth, and hud
an iron shape scorch between the shoul
dors—and took ttp a basket.
The enbhltT looked nf Imr.
‘Beck,’ ho said honi«ely; 'Becky,'
rbc knew just what he meant.
' The mil# children, Nick.' alte said
• we could starve—but them poor Utile
flitters. Nick, It won’t seem like beg
ging wlmn its for them.’
And then the door shut behind her -
and poof Nick limped after her, as
though to stop her, then paused, and
fuirly Hung himself on the th*or, wishing
lie were under the ground beneath it.
liod forgive the man that marries a
woman to starve her,' ho sobbed.-—
Why if I'd known it would have cornu
to this, I’d never have courted her. It’s
lime 1 was dead.’
I’erhui* being a strange, impulsive
little fellow, there might have been n
tragic end to this scene, but that the
children came in from school, nnd Itegan
to cry—purtiy at the sight of their pros
Date father, and partly because of hun
ger—and Nick forgot himself to do
w hat lie could for them.
Ho hud no diuner, but be had a great
deal of love to give them, and some
pieces of red kid. And tho fact that
mother and the basket were gone to
gether, impressed them with the hope of
provisions.
Meanwhile, Becky had gone a beg
ging. It would be horrible, no doubt
•he thought, to lake food from stran
gers—but she found that there was one
tiling even more terrible—not to take it.
Door after door wos slammed in her
face. Once a dog was set at her, or
she thought so. Professional beggars
had made themselves nuisances to many
people, and how were they to know
when real poverty asked alms ? Men
sn\V on the steps n
1 a trill, handsome
wero found to have bound up strong I thomj arid they
limbs and glued their eyes together— j weeping woman and
so they were hard upon real distress and nirtu-
refused it broken bread. | ‘My prcbiotls little Minnie,' cried tho
At six that oVMrtng Beeky stood nt a woman,
street corner, with ono crust in her bus I Then Nick nnd Bocky gavo a sdrt of
kot— no more. cheer in union.
Buyout! lay a pawnbroker’s shop, and * It's them,’ said Becky; 1 them cor-
Becky looked at its golden balls, and tain sure. Oh, mum, if your name is
her Wedding ring. Bho had worn it j Smith, nnd you’ve lost a little girl, we’ve
fifteen years, and it was thin nnd frail,
but puro gold. Through all, she had
kept it uniil now. Must It go? Tho
thought was worso than begging.
Becky took a stop forward, another
bnck. Then she began to cry n little
Niok’a ring, that ho put on her hand so
long ago—oh, dear ! oh, dear 1
But sho grow bruvo again, nnd walk
ed into the shop, pawned the ring ! It
tv be not much they gnvo her fiir it, but
It wtJlild buy supper, nnd perhaps she
could get it bunk. That was a very
faint idea, pornnjjfc, httwovef.
A woman was in tbo pawnshop; nB nlio
waited, bargaining with tho proprietor
over a suit of little girl’s clothing—cost
ly UiihgRi HUt of place in herTiithd:—-
Becky ootittttti this; saving to libfebll'
that they were never fuirly cHrild by.
But she bad forgotten all about it, when
coining out of a baker’s, a little volet!
fell on her enrj and looking down, saw
a barefoot child, in wretched rags, sob
bing piteously.
Becky was soft rif heart.' but, in portV
quarters, crying children fob common
enough, and her owtl theta waiting for
the loaves in bur huskbt-. Rho walked
on hastily, nnd so uplift tbo toddler.—
Then Becky needs must stop and pick
her up.
Why don’t you go homo to your
mother this night-time,’ she said,' nnd
not stnnd here to lie knocked down ?’
And a littlo silver voice of a tbtaild
unBwcrcd:
1 filth t find mamma. 1 can’t find
my home. WlierU IB mamma! Uh,
mamma !’
ltucky knelt down. A whltb llond of
crumpled curls, nhd a pill I* ill' blue eye
swimming in leursj she could just make
oil I.
I’ll take ye homo—Ohl)' Bn)’ tVlibre,’
she said.
But tbo child cotlld lull nothing. It
wit# plainly lost. Meaty took it in litl*
arms, ulul made inquiries at the corner
grocery, where shu bought a slico of
hum ; but 110 one knew the child. It
was growing late, tod, Htilt Jlwiky could
nut leaVh il 10 Its fate.
I'll take it home,’ she said, 1 and to
morrow find its fulks.'
Bo, when the i-obi>ler nnd his children
in their juvenile views of such muUtitB,
Mplniollcd that they had another little
sister.
It’s a poor lost child,' wait! Becky.
‘ I’m going to keep it to-night. Its pa
rents uru poorer Ilian we are; you can
Bf‘*l that by its hare feet and only one
little frock—poor thing ! Now hold her,
Nick, while I eook supper. 1 didn't beg
it, Nick— so don't fret.’
And then, keeping her ting finger out
of sight, Beeky Died the hnffl, anti
Blade tho gravy, and flit tho bread, and
sent for two cents wot'lff tif milk—which
judiciously diluted; made a quart Of
milk nnd water, fold tried to be H'fy
ehooTnl
Tin 4
Tho lost child cried, hilt Becky fed If,
nud soon coaxed it to talk ; then Clime
a story of u blue dress, and u nasty wo
man.
Tho youngest, who hud chewed the
red kid, acted interpreter. Boon it was
discovered Unit some person described
as iHtSlJ; Hud taken away tho child’s
bine drew and other guMnent*, nnd had
whipped her.
Becky listened intently.
‘That dress was blue, Nick,’ she
cried, ‘ I knew it wasn’t her’s—n tipsy,
tagged woman; and folks thut own
iliem don’t como pawning. I —-’
Then she pitused—tllf Aeeret wos nut,
Nick’s eye hud glanced toward her wed
ding ring, nnd hack again to her face.
‘ Oh, Beeky !’ lie cried. 1 Becky, wo
didn’t think *
Becky Ihishffd scat let.
wound you will wtfl\ r shut their doom
upon you and point whore they wotild
have you go.
Hru.Titv t i.niiTK.—Uiiii Marble was
once strolling along thtf ttlltfftes ,in Bos*
ton, whiin he inut n lull, gaunt figure, a
“ digger " from Californio, and got into
conversation with him.
•• Hen!thy climate, I supposo ?”
“Healthy I it ain’t anything else.—
Why, stranger, there you may e.liooto
I dfdfj’t mean to tell, she said; * but any climate you wish, hot or cold, nnd
now its out; I’m married—all the snmo, j that (W without tNIVellin’ moro thrtff
thank God. it was nt the pawnshop I fifteen ininfltcs. dost remember that
suw Iho blue dress.’ And sho told I the next cold mornin’whon you got out
them of tho woman win m she had o’ bod. There’s a mountain thoro, tho
wntehed, and of her suspicions. ' Tho
Among tlic Dead.
Tho Now York Tribune of Saturday
last contains tho following horrible de
scription of the Morgue in that city dur
ing the heated term :
In u largo blun stono buildhlg oti iho
Bust River, nt tho foot oi’ twenty-sixth
street, is tho Bellovuo Hospital; Tho
locality is surrounded wilfi iencHiotit
houses nnd machine allripft. Wore it
out for tho fine rivcl* HotV, nhd tho tall
trees of tho hospital irfoiintls, tho visi
tor’s first imptassibh of that part of tbo
city would lie far from ngrocublo. Pnss-
ing from tho fttreet through an arched
gateway,too llhd olfi-dblFfifipleasantly sur
prised. Tho hospitui stands bnck from
the river on a commanding elevation,
and from its long piazzas 'd’e have a fink
view of Brooklyn, WUUnmsburg and
tho river. In front of the hospital are
its well kept,grounds, stretching down
to tho wiitiir’i otlglj. It li ill tllid plgita-
ant pluco where pbdpib IbdHi to suffer,
nnd hero it is where thousands huvo
gono in search of HiiSsiilir friends. At
tached to tho hospital io tlio Morgue —
In it are seven slabs of marble, support
ed by iron opluiuiis resting upon a mar*
bio floor. Oil theta slabs otyMono the
unknown bodies are tiluced for recogrff
lion. Usunlly, tho Morgue, is compara
tively littlo used, but during tho honted
term, commenced on the 14th instant,
tho pluco bus beefi htbUdud. Adjoin
ing iho Morgue is tho dead hotiso, and
attached to it is tho dead hoa&e shod,—
Those who laugh rit tVarth woniliel'
should pay n Visit to its victims nt tho
Morgue. On Wednesday twenty three
bodies were sent out for burial| ntttl
yesterday eightoon wore taken away bo-
fore 8 o’clock. Besides these; ficVbn
bodies wore lying III the Morgue tlbd
twenty-two in tho dead bouse. It must
bu remembered that this number is but a
small portion of Uiobo who have died
from sunstroke in the city. The room
in which the bodies lie is’separated from
the main apartment by a glass parti llbh;
so that tho visitors limy view tho dead
without interfering with tho nttoridiiritfl
Tho Morgue was crowded ycsttihlny
\Vilb then; U-HHloh anti chlldcn. Many
would gaze for hours; as if only to grat
ify n morbid curiosty. Mh O’Brien, of
tho Dead ILoUflO; flnya Hint lie Inis slept
but little tlarillg lllb past week, for night
ilHii tln) : tilts puioo 1ms been besieged
\Vitii those anxious to gut bodies admit
ted or removed.
Tho rush has boon so grotll that ovofl
tho warden was forced to leave tho lios-
ditiil rtful help the Morgue attendants.—
Tbfi bodies, while lying on the slabs, arc
frequently drenuhuu with carbolic uoid,
unu a constant spray df Utaton water is
kept running uprin thtilf brodslfl. Tho
soeno ut tho Bond House yesterday was
enough to mnko the gayest sad. Men
with Til iDMiy HrtftS came and went with
comna nnd dead bodies. In a court
between tho Dead House nnd tho shod,
rod coffins wore piled upllltb cbrd-wood.
Here wero little coffins for childtan ; in
tho oorflet Wus a blue coffin, wliilo lu the
shed and holittfi square boxes, cracked
coffins und strotchera were lying in all
positions. Evory two or three minutes
some one wanted to net' the keeper who
had charge of thd dead. Among btliota
d-Kfl it itpnfa d-ti/iltlfi about thirty-five
years of ngc. Sho was in search of
her husband. Mr. O’Brien, after listen
ing to her diperintion, went to a coffin
end wrenched off the lid. Who oter
saw ijuch n siglit ? The fltt/fibli Was sul*
Inditing. Wrmt tho night beforo was a
human being was novt r a bloated mass of
corruption “Oh, my God I” oxolnimed
the woman, my husband ; oh try .”
lout yolf. Children brought up lovingly ! At this juncture another woman ioqtii-
fbuad her.
And then the cobbler and his wife
were pounced npoii; nnd the story told.
In linlf an hour tho b1& Utile Ogros,
without crowns were aroused froth their
Blunibers by nil arrival in ,tholt midst,
nnd the odd baby was tnktsh biit, to
their distress nnd constornntiori, for tlioy
had counted on keeping her.
And Nick nnd Becky forgot their own
troubles in tho parents’joy. And Nick
said it was like poetry, and Becky suid
it was like a play I
And so it was—ono with n happy
ending—what did the lady do but beg
and pray Becky to toll her what hlio
would liko host, ami Becky confessed
that to hnvo her wedding ring bnck was
Hie hope of hor life ; and this led to tho
enlist! tif its pawning nnd all tho Btory
of poVctty nnd sorrow. Then the dark
hums dlldcd and the day broke; and
there was food and lire; and as it hap.
petted; that baby. Minnie’s father,
doctlod just midi an lionost man for
tVovk Ur poor Nibk could do, lie gavo
the place tu Hit! bubbler; und from Hint
day there tVna enough nnd to spuro in
tho littlo horn 1 !!, becntlfid of tho simple
goodness showl! to tlitt bilby Minnie.
' Bo it’s never tlino thrown away to do
ft kindness to any one;’ nays Beeky, of
ten ; ‘soinchuyv yutl nro always reward
ed lor it. If I'd left the little lost beg-
gnk’s child, ns I thought il; in tho Btroot,
and never stopped to lint-ti fuf it—as 1
might hare done in suoh trouble - whore
would Nitik HnVo bben und tlitt chillltan
nnd ino this Might ? Not Hint I <11(1 any
thing but IVlint a Christian ought, but
sec InJiV U-o wero paid for it.
Smart (dilltlmi.
A child three years old, with a book
in its infant hands, is a fearful sight! It
is ttlu often tlitt dtinlli Will railt, shtth as
the coridemned stupidly looks fatal—fa
tal, yet beyond his comprehension.—
What should a child throo years old-
nay, five or six years old—he tntlglit ?
Strong meals for weak digestions inaktt
not bodily strength. Let there bu nur
sery tales and nursery rhymes. I would
say to every parent, vHnouially every
mother; sifig to your children ; tell them
plttunant stories; if in tho country, lib
hot tiJil finvefnl lust they get a little dirt
upon Hiuli- hands and clothes| onrtli is
very much akin to (Is nil, and in chil
dren's out-of-door plays soils thorn not
inwardly. There is in il u kind of coll-
suugmuity between till creatures; by it
wo ttfiftli upon the common sympathy
of our first Hiitiftti-Mec, and heget a sym
pathy for our poor rolutions, the brutes I
Let Hie children hnvo a free, open air
sport, and fear not Ihotigii they do get
acquainted with the pig.*; tilts horses,
ami tho poultry, they may form worso
friendship* with wiser looking ones—
Encourage u fuiniliarity With nil Hint
love them; dumb nuintals lota clidtltaiq
and ehildron love them. There m a
langtlugt! shidflg them wliiuh the world’s
language oblituratos in Iho elders. It is
of more importance that you should
have your childrtfer loving than that you
should hnvo them wise. Above ill)
things, havo them loving; nnd then, pa
rents, if you become old ami poor, tlieso
will bn butler than friends thut will nog-
rod for her son. Bho could hot find his
body in the MWtftfe—#as ho dead or in
the hospital ? An attendtffit sworo he
knew nothing about the living, ho could
not keep trnolc of tho doud. "Go through
the wards,” said ho “and may be you
can find bittf.*’
Moro people camo; some wept, oth
ers swore. Tho woman first spoken of
wruug her hands and pneed up nnd down
the court in despair. At last sho went
up to the o.ffln, und in a pleading voice
sue suid :
“Heavens obovo me, wl/at fllinll 1 do 1
God of tncroy, 1 want biin buried in
Unlvary” (Bho was a Cutholick, and
Bary Norndy they will it, with a volley Ctmld not beur tho thought of having
child ha* been stolen, Nick,’ she natd on eiic'h s’de of ft, one hot and one cold. Iier husband buried in in unoousecrated
‘It’s a gcnlcol child, you enn see; and We'l, get on the top of thut mountain | ground ) “VV hut is agoing to become
if we can but find its namo out, wo mny with a double-barreled gun, and you ' of mo ? Last night, poor John, poor
aave some one trouble we’ve never hau. can without movin’, slaughter either . John, you wafl rtt work ; whv ard you
Think of ono of our little ones being
gono all night, Nick !’
Tho baby’s name seemed to bo Min
nie Srnitli—though M. R. might be any
thing else.; aud putting the children all
to bod, all in a row, like the little Orgesi
io fairy tulus, save that they had no
crown on, Nick and bis wife started off
to tho pawnbroker’*.
The man was good natnred, and
looked at the garments. They wore -
marked M. S.
' Tin right, then,’ said Becky. ‘ They
are the child's and they have been sto
len. And if wo can find its poor mother
we’ll save more than any but a mother
can tell.’
‘ But think of all the Smiths,’ said
the pawnbroker. ' There’s thousands
of ’em.’
‘Anil thousand*/ said Becky. 1 But
these men—meaning the police—they
may know.'
And out went Nick nnd Becky, to
I question the guardians of the night, tin-
whom they had prtied as paupers proved til, e t last, despairing of an answer, they
to he owners of real estate. Cripples were turning homeward, when a blaze
nnd blind meu whom they had aided,' of light from an open door fell ov$r
summer ert winter game, jest
wish !”
“VVhal! have you tried it?’'
“Tried ill often; and should have
done pretty well, but for one thiug.”
“ Well, what wm that?”
“ 1 wanted a dog that Wtfrdd stffrttl
both climates. The iast dog I had froze
his tail off while pintin’ on the sinnmor
sickr. He didn’t get entirely oflt of the
Winter side, you see—true as you live.”
A cleric in a certain village re
cently made this comment on Pocahon
tas > >5akl he, r I*ocfth0Mae wot a great
man—Pocahontas was a noble, xiattfr-
hearted and true man.’ ‘Hold on/
cried bie companion,' Pocahontas was
a woman. 1 ' Was eh I’ said he; ‘ well,
that's just my Iiick ;■ bow am I expected
to Know ? I never read the Bible/
HaT An Irishman who was illustrat
ing the horrors of solitary confinement,
made tbo melancholy statement thut out
of one hundred persons sentenced to eu-
dure this punishment for life, only fifteen
survived it!
you i bid me good bye ? My husband, since
| iact night beta y(rtt ato. My (ltd, to
! think you have como to this.
Here she took hold of tho green and
putrid hand of her husband, shook \t,
nnd broke into a new paroxism of grief.
"Ob,-” sntd she, “you used tube called
the handsomest mtfh in flew fork.—
Ah now—ob apeak to roe only one
word, John, orftf #ord I My darling, my
darling John.” The attendant* of the
doa<l-bou8o handled the b'odta* with as
little nnconcom as thy would so many
beeves. Yesterday morning tbo coffin*
wero pHed up in the comt ton feet Wgb-
At norm they wete scfit off w W ard*
Island for interment. In the dead-house
shed were u number of bodies so far de
composed that the nVaggote fairly con
sumed them. They feseYtfbled heape of
moving flaxseed moro than human bodies.
Some of tho dead wore packed in ice,
but for tho most part they wero laid
out iu rough wooden coffins. It wot a
strange siglit from the threshold of tbo
dead-house. On one side, death and
The JVbi’fii wiiiti a Story for
Children:
Ohcb bh n time there was an old wid
ow who had ono sbh, fihtt as she was
poorly and weak, her son had to go up
Into tlitt safe to fotuh meal for bdoklng ;
but when ho got oiitsido the safe, and
was just going down tlio steps, there
came tho North Wind,pulling and blow
ing, caught up tho meal, nnd nwny with
it through tho air. Then the lad wont
back into iho safe for more ; but whon
ho camo out again on tho steps, if the
North Wind didn't oomo ogtiltt tlHH har
ry off tho meal with a puff; nnd moro
than that, ho did bo tho third time. At
this tho lad got very angry ; and ns he
thought it hard that the North Wind
eh Him! bebnta so, he thought he'd juBt
look hits up and auk bint lb give Up life
meal.
Bo off ho went; but tho way was
long; and ho walked and walked ; but
fit last htt ttnHie to llib’ North Wind’s
honse.
'Good any,’ said tho lad ; 'and thank
yott foi* coming to boo us.
'Good dny,’ answered tho North
Wind, for his voice wos lotld utid gruff;
‘and* thnflke fof boffiing to sb'o mb.—
Whrit jib you want ?’
‘Oh 1’ answered the lad, 'I only wish
ed to asked you to be so good as to let
mo havo bnck that meal you took from
mo on tho steps, for wo haven’t hifich to
live on ; and if you nta td jfd dH Snap-
S ing up tho ttiorSol d-o have, there’ll bo
olhing fdr Us blit td Starve.’
‘I hutan’t got ybtlr toenl,' said the
North Wirid, 'but if you nre in such
need I’ll give JbU a cloth which will gel
you everytlliHg you want; If you only
any 'Cloth; spread yoUtaelf, and servo
Ujj fill kificls of guod dlihee.”
With tb!A tho lad #afl fvoll tdfltttnt.
But ns the way was so long ho cduldh't
got homo in ono day, ho turned into an
mn on tho way, and when they wore
going to flit down to supper ho laid tho
cldlh on the table, which stood in the
corner, itfill fluid :
'Cloth, spread yourself, nnd Berta up
all kinds of good dishes.’
Ho hod scarcely said so beforo the
cloth did as it wnB bid ; and all who
stood by thought it a fine tiling, but
most of all the landlady. Bo when nil
woro fast asleep, nt dead of night; Ahtt
took thtt lad'A olbth nnd put nnotbar in
ItO Aibilli, just like the one ho Imd got
from the North Wind, but which
bottldn’t so ntiibh us fibrro up a bit bf
dry broad;
bo whfih tlio lad wHko ho toolc his
cl*th und wont off with it, and that day
ho got homo to his mother.
‘Now,’ said he,‘l’vo been to tbo North
Wind’s houso, nnd a good follow ho is,
lor ho grita ttltt this cloth, nnd whon I
only say to it, 'Olbth; sbrond yourself,
nud servo up all klfids ot good, dishes,'
I got any sort of food I please.’
r All very true, I dare say,’ said his
mother, 'but seeing is believing, and I
shan’t believe it till I soo it.’
8o tho lad made huste, drew out a ta
ble, Inid the uloth on it, and said :
'Cloth, spread yourdeff, UH a fierce up
nil kinds of good dishes.’
But nover n bit of dry bread did tho
doth tarvo Op.
‘Well P Uuid thtt lad, 'thettt’fl/JOjbolp
for it but to go to tbo North Wlnu
again ;’ and nwny ho wont.
So lie went where thtt N6ftn wind
llrttd Into iu tHo aftornobh: .
"Good evening,’said tho Jna. ,.
‘Good •voning,' said tho North Wind,
'I wunt my rights for that meal of
ours which you took,’ said the lad ; ‘for
ns for thut cloth I got; it i*n’t worth a
ponny.’
'I've got no meal/ said the North
Wind ;‘but yonder you have a ram
which coins nothing but guidon ducats
us soon as yoii fifty to it, 'Ram, rain,
make money I’
Ho the lud thought this a fine thing ;
but ns it was too Idr to got homo that
day, ho turbed ill for thtt bight to (ho
sumo inn where he had slept before.
Beforo ho called for anything he tried
tho truth of what the North Wind had
aid of the ram, and fob fid R fill fight;
but when tho landlord suw thut, ho
thought it ?tas a famous ram, and when
the lud hod fallua asleep he took anoth
er which couldn’t coin gold ducaffi, abb
changed the two.
Nest morning off went tho lad j and
when ho got lionro to his mother ho
Said r
‘After all, the North Wind is a jolly
fellow ; for now he ha* tf?ftt'6 trie K ftffft
which con coin golden ducats if I say,
'Bom, ram, make money.’
‘All very true, I dure say,’ said his
mother j 'but I shan't believe any such
stuff until I see tho ducats mode/
‘Ram, ram, make money V siM thtt
lad ; but if be bfado anything it wasn't
ttiontf.
So tho Ibd went back again to tho
North Wind and blew buff up,- tmd said
the ram was worth nothing, and ho
must have rights for the meal.
‘\\ ell !’ said the North Wind. ‘I've
nothing els* to give op but the ofu stick
}rt the ttttfner yonder ; but its a stick of
that kind if you say, ‘Stick, slick, lay
oh P it lays on till yott fiay, 'Stick, fiflek,-
now atop I*
So, as the way waa Totig, he turned in
this night, too to flitt landlord ; but as
he could pretty well guess hoW things
stood as to the cloth and ram, he lay
down at once on tho bench bnd ttegiMf
to snoro as if he were asleep.
Now tbo landlord, who easily saw
that tho stick must be worth something.
®l)t Culljbcrt Qtppcnl.
BATES OF ADVKRTIHINO i
One dollar persqssra of ten lines for the first iq
sertlon, end Bsssatj-fis* Cents Mf square for ea?fc
subsequent insertion, not eiceedluf three.
Oneaquaro tiirm months $ • 00
One square one XQ 09
Fourth of a column sis months SO 00
Halfoolumn six months 70 00
Oneootumn six months ,....100 op
to chango tho two : but just os tho land
lord was about to take it, the lad bawlod
out :
’Stick, stick, lay on P
So tho stick began to boat tbo land
lord tilj ho jumpod over chairs, and ^ta
bles, and benchos, and yolfed and roar
ed : ,
Oh, my 1 oh, my I bid tha stick bo
still, else it will beat me to death ; and
yon shull have bttcl both your cloth and
your rafp.J,,. • . , . ( u, .
When the lad thought tlio Iandfora
had got enough, ho said :-
‘Stick, stick, now stop I’ m ( , -. . t
Then oe look tlitt cfo’tTi and,ftwt.it into
his pocket, and went home with his stick
in his hand, leading tho ram by u cord
round its horns ; and so he got his rights
for thtt meal he had,lost.
The Turning Point In a Lift;;
About tho year 1812,1 was the sub
ject of pepuliar temptatiop. The ptijih-
ful preaching of Hie gospol became dis-r
tasteful to mo. I then thought that I
wold leave Surry Ohapel, and . go to
iy soffio pfitctt whero tho prttribhing wus
."pless alartning. I fixed on d church in
tbo Vicinity of my pare nta’ residence iri
Westffiinfitek 1 attended tbo. sSryiclj
both mornings and aftornoon, and then
prepared to spend tho evening in so-
called irwuxW recreation. ( ,
Hero lot mo grate,fully, rriost grntp-
ully, reooTQ the loving kindness of the
Lord. Ho did not forsake me, though t
intended to forsake him. He led me by
a right way. but I know it not. lie
controlled mo by his Spirit I tfiiitt^d
rtty hbmo for the first time to leave Sur
rey Chapel, not being willing again to
attohd ah ovoning on evening sorvioo
there. I p.ti/wttd over Westminster
Bridge, ih'tonding to go to' Vaukhall, ( I
walked on ; my mind wus yory unhappy i
and, Instoad of passing oh tp Vauxhall, I
found myself almost, invomntdrlly, ad-,
vancing towards Surrey Chapel. I fell
constrained to ontor. I determined to
take a scat oloso to the front door; Ih'h't
I Uiiglit loaye pttriy.
I found that Bov. John Bibroe, of
Promo, was to preach. Aftor prayer |lj8
aroBO. The thought at that moment en
tered my min^—"I wotffd ntytfot that
ho were about to closo the Borvibe than
to ttoWmohco j,ho aermdd.” Judge my
stirpriih, wlien the preaobor began bis
discourao in these words : —“Porhops
thoro may be prosoot to-night somo
persbn who has said to himself—I woulu
rather hoar the minister jjrbrfou'noo tho
bonodiotion than givtt out nis text.” I
was riveted b£ Hie tarfidl-k. I got fur
ther into the ohabol nltbrwards. , Sure
ly, thifi wnfl “ the Lbrfl’s doing, atjd it is
marvollo'ns In oitr eyes.” The preacher
pulled his bow at a venture ; perhaps
he novor thought of bis ftfflt wprds until
rtftor ho had pronoiincod his tofet—"A
word spoken in season bow good it is t”
— William Jonei.
putrefaction; ou the other were bcauthl hunted up one which was liko it, and
lul grouuda und waveiug elms. I when he beard the lad snore, was going
‘ Hadn’t Time to Fqoi. w/jii Sol*
DiEns,'—In 1864, a private by tne name
of Moore, of Indianapolis, Indiana, then
sorving in the Army oi tho Potomao,
obtainod leave of absence and transpor
tation homo to nttend the funeral of his
child. In Washington he wos robbed
of his transportation papers; and not
having time to rotnfn to his Regiment to
secure bthers, ho colled upon Bqhturler
Colfax, then member of Coh^rona from
that State, rt-quodtin^ him to lend hind
enough to pay hid way but offering hind
as security, a gold watch worth tfitadi
times tho amount of money he needed v
The would bo Vico-I’resiuont, loosing
at Mtn a while as it wondering what
rlgW (i pobt ptiftttt trtff to calf upon'
him, then turning to tho paper he was
reading, simply remareed : * Ih<mn4
time to fool with tolitert,
Anu this was all—all that tho loyal
Congressman now mongrel candidate
for Vice-President, had , to 8*1 fa. r %-
spohfio to the request of the private sol
dier, who was trying to got home to see
for tho last time s dear, dead child.—j
‘ No time to f6'6r wffh soldiers.* Not
oven a civil word, not a sympathetic
loos, not even common respect for thtt
bereaved father. Perhaps now, whon'
he wants the votes of the braVo men
who have Btopd tho btattt or tho battle.'
he wifi have little ‘ time to fool ffith sbl-
diets. 1 —JUlUfonU Watchman.
A Ssu.ro Sold.—A story i* told of
an auctioneer, who was terribly annoy
ed, tthile in the exercise of bis profes
sion, by (he ItfdiCfttfrfi bids of rf fdno^
whoso object seemed to be to have sport
of tho buyers, rather than buy himsfelf.
At length enraged beyond endutarioe;
the anight of the ivory hammer, glanc
ing around the room for a champion to
aveffge hitt t?f<rtigs, fixed his eyes lipMf
a biped ot huge dimension, a lory mon
arch in strength, and oriea out:
“Marlow, what shall I giva yott tfif
put that fellow out P” u . ,
1 taxe one fe)V.'
‘ Done, yoti 1 atiall havo i^.*
Assuming the ferooious xnittint ih
his broils, Spreading hi* nostrils likd a
lion’s, and putting on - tho Wolf all 6Ver
his head and shoulders, old Marlow
strode off to the aggressor, aud soizina
tho tdrrified wretdh by tbs cbnW,
to him in a whisper that Waa heard olf
ovor the room s v
“My good friend ydli go out with nw
and I will give you half the money.'
' Bone I done 1’ said tho fellow.
( Hurrah 1 hurrah I’ shouted the air-
ttience. ....
The auctioneer had the good sense to
join in the laugh, and cooly forced out
the V.