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im mn§3?(§ j H bfIAXS, > E. A STEED, S m SERIES, VOL I. the temperance banner, ,I<HI ISOFO KVTHY SAT! ROxT RXOKVT TWO IX THK VBAU, BY JOHN H. SEALS. Tt> Ki>lKit tins n Mire. -irculaCco, It 4*>!ljr !u - .f ud bM ffci- w> become tae meet popular paper tc the It ;* off* redfWtth enßfldcnce, (swing te It* rircuiatlon be n* w (reneral,) to Merchants, Mechanic*, *ni W.psal jnxl men, ~ r r AOVERTWINiI MKDICM through which their mey extended in this and adjoining States. TEEMS OF SCBBCRIPTIOX. per unnmi, if paid in advance, v ** if not paid within *lx nwntha ti/M’ *■ ’* if not piiM until the tod of the }••*. TERM* Os diiVFRTISIVO. 1 equarc, (eight line* or l*M,t Bert Insertion, 4 5 OC* Ea-h continuance ,*.. .... fit | professional or Bunincei Card*, no, exceeding ’ Hn,pr y f ; K) dTANDINU ADVERTISE MKNTr*. V square lhr-e month*, without alteration, ........... .$ 390 • •< aix •* altered quarterly 19(1 l •• twelve “ “ •* I* 00 I -piaree “ “ “ - 16 00 8 “ “ “ “ .n ..... *1 o*i “ “• “ M 2O 00 AArttrluemenUi not marked wlift the cumber of villbe continued until forbid, an.l charge accordingly. Unifcgie.j, &n*l othara, soar wv*r-, tl**fnp by the vear, on reasonable Ur me. ” O\E GLASS MORE.” Slay, mortal, stay! nor heedless thus Thy sure destruction sea!; Within that cup there lurks a curse. Which al! who drink shall feel. Disease and death, for < ver nigh, Stand ready at the door, And eager wait to Lear the cry Of —“{five me one gleut* more.” Go, view the prisoners’ gloomy cells; Their sin and misery scan; Gaze, gaze upon these earthly hell*— In drink their woes began. Os yonder children, bathed in t-ars. Ask, Why is mother poor? They’ll whisper in thy startled tars, ‘•’Twas father's One ykws more.” Stay, mortal, stay! repent, return. Reflect upon thy fate : The poisonous draught for ever spnm - Spurn, spurn it, ere too late, , Oh, fly the horrid grog-shop then, Nor linger at the door, Lest thou perchance should'st sip again The treacherous “One ghum more.” Trust not to thy deceitful heart. The Saviour’s grace implore; Through him from every sin depart. And touch that glass no more. THE EDITOR'S SOM. Ihe editor sits at his table, VVriling as wtll as he’s able Paragraph, leader and puff Ilia scissors beside him are lying, Whilst he is in agony trying Os copy to furnish enough. Toil, toil, toil! What * weary life is mine, Wasting the precious midnight oil, In leader, column and line; Working from morn till night, Working foul night till morn. Oh, why was the steam press made ? < >r why was the editor born? Toil, toil, toil! And whose is the gain when won! Whose are the trophies we achieve? And for whom are the laurels won? To stand in the foremost rank, t if each hard-fought party fray. To share the toil and only get Abuse and neglect for pay Toil, toil, toil! What a tnankl*So ui J k is ours. To bake tb* bread and press the ehcose. That Senator Jones devours. To sit on a three-legged moot. While others have their stuffed seats. To prepare the hash and cook the stew. But never to taste the menu. Toil, toil, toil 1 **- v a Uh- constant drop on the stone, So this ceaseless, endless work Wears away body and bone. Though the poet splutter and write, Though the orator bully and brawl. If it were not for the editor’s pen What were the use of it all’ Tut!, toil, toil! Christians, Mormon*, Jews, Is there a man on this weary earth, But what grows richer by reading the news? Richer, richer, richer, As they read it by sunlight and taper, And there isn’t a soul of them all But what grudges to pay for his paper Toil, toil, toil! There’s a row in the very nest street, Sotnele>dy's going to murder bis wife. And I must be off toute uiU. Yesterday just at this time, Two policemen eot choked in a riot: And so it goes cm from morning til! night, And an editor never knows quiet [Get- up, knocks his hat over his eyes, and rushes out io a state of distraction, to “ pick up ao item, j to Ccmprrancc, literature, General Intelligence, anb t|e fatest Ildus. Front the Little Pilgrim run rll c peas. A TRANSLATION IRON IIANS CHRISTIAN ANHCRSON. T.’ierc vreje five peas in a pea-iiliell; they were , green, and the slid! was green, attd then-lore they fancied that the whole world wjps green—and th y had a right to do so, The nhel! increased in tizi, and so did the peas. - - They made very good domestic arrangements, plac ing themselves in a mat row The sun sent its warm rays on the pod. and the rain kept it fresh, they were sheltered and comfortable -had light by day, | and darkness b v night, as it should be ; ami the peas | j became larger and always more thoughtful, as they I sat idle there', for a- yet they had no companion. ; ‘‘Shall we always be kept sitting herd” said they: j “we shall become quilt* hardened stay ing here so , j long. AN e cannot help fancying that there must be j something going on outside.” But weeks passed on; the peas became yellow, j and the pod became yellow r “Th whole world is I turning yellow,” w.id they—and they had a right to | think so. J At length, they felt a pulling at the* pod: it was 1 broken off, and fell into a human hand, and from j 1 thence into the pocket ofa jacket, along with several : other fill! pea-shells. “They wilt noon be opened,” i said they—and they waited expecting it. “Would that I could foresee which of us will ramble the fur thest,” said the smallest pea—“the shell will soon give way.” “A!! must happen as it is ordained I” said the largest. Crack went the pod. and all five of the peas rolled out into the clear sunshine. They lay in a child’s hand ; a little boy looked at them, and re marked that they were nice peas for his pop-gun : and one of them was forthwith consigned to the gun, and shot away. “Now 1 fly away, out into the wide world ; catch me if you can f” and it was off “I,” said another, “shall fly straight to the sun ; it is a superb pea-shell, and will be very comforta ble for me.” Off he went. “I shall sleep wherever I alight,” said two of the others, “but we shall roll far enough and they first rolled,on the floor, and then were also fired from the gun. 1 “AH must happen as it is ordained!” exclaimed ! the last, as it too was shot away. It flew up on an J old board under a garret window, and alighted in a | hole in the wood, where there was some moss and | soft earth; the moss,covered it up, and there it Jay ! hidden but not. forgotten by its great Maker. I “All must happen as it is ordained I” it exclaimed. In the little garn i room dwelt a poor woman w ho went out during the day to clean stovts, to chop tire i wood, or dp any other manual work ; for though i she was clever and capable of doing many better ! things, she was extremely poor; and at home, in her j little Chamber, lay her daughter, a half-grown girl bo ’ slender and delicate ; for a whole year she had been confined to bed, hovering between life and death. “She is going to her little sister,” said the woman. “f"had these two children, it was hard work for roe to support them both, but it pleased our Lord to take one of them from me; would that I might be per mitted to keep the other, olio is still with me! but find does not see fit to separate them, and she is go ing fast to her little sister.” The sick girl, however, lived on ; she lay patient !y and still the whole day, while her mother was out ! trying to earn something. It was Spring, and early one morning, just as the ! mother was going out to her day’s labor, the sun | shone brightly through the little window down upon ‘the floor, and sparkled upon the panes of glass. | “'A hat little green thing is that, peeping up be hind the window, slid wavlngirithe wind?” said the | young invalid; and her mother we at to the window ! and opened it a little. “Why, it is a tiny plant,” she, “that has sjiot ‘up with small green leaves. How could it have got !mto this crevice, I wonder? It willin' little gar 1 den for you to look at.” ! Sc the 4ck girl’s bi and was. moved dearer f < the win-’ 1 dow, where *h‘ could sin tilt lilile sprouting plant, arid the mother went away to her work. “Mother. I think I am getting better,” aid the l little girl one afternoon. “The sun-hint ha* bis n warm to-dav! the little plant thriv s nicely, ami J think that I shall thrive b*o and he able to get up and go n.jt into tfv: bright sunshine.” “WsijLt ftod yr.ij could!” i xcjaiimd the moth • err but .he fear'd that never’won!- .She put a little stick Cor. by the gre.n sprout ‘lnch had in i spired her daughter w r,h *b- p thought* of i ‘ rotund ng health that fwirieg r p. ‘ ;t, it might not! ’ be. snapp'd by the ‘.led ; *lll fastened :• bit of pack ’thread to ♦?,: b-.,.,,1. and tied tie- oth.-rerid to a lilt! 1 projection abov-tfu np< r frame-w ork of tie win dnw, that the tendril*- ..f *t;C y"m : plant might have ’ something to cling to, and creep up as they grew longer; and every day they wee to have nir up higher and Higher. “It i* actually beginning V flow- r!” said the wo man one n ornrng; ami no* abe also feegari to cntcr ;Uni the hope and belief tf.iit her po rsick girl would recover, slit iiad remarked that latterly the child hail tieen more lovely, tint for the last few mornitigs she bad raised her.-tSf without a-eistanre in her bed, a* and *at up, lookli.c at her lilt • garfl'-n of one plant. Trie loifow iog week the girl was able to leave her bedt'rn h or or two. Sh< sat ch.qqrAilly Jn the warm “U**htre, near tbi ope# window, on the out side of which bloomed a lovely pea-flower. The little L-iri *tf ped her head, and softly k.--i 1 the ‘!e!- icate Mo-som. That day was Ike a festival in the i humble garret room. “A kind Providence has planted this sweet flower re will. Mia sin ami, ucrom is, ia up here, and permitted it to thrive, in order to con vey hope and gladness to you, mj Iwloveti child and to me ! ’ said the happy mother, smiling grate fully on tho flow or, as if it had U'cn an angel mes sengor from heaven. llut what became ot the other peas —those others which were abroad in the wide world? “Catfh ,-ne if you cn.-i” fell into the spout on a roof, and came next into a pigeon’s rraw, where it lay like Jonas in the helly of the whale. The lwo In /y ones lauded in the ‘Him: sort of place, a.vd were eaten by pigeons, and certainly that was becoming solidly useful; but the fourth, who aspired to reaching the Min, fell into the nasty gutter, and lav days and weeks in the stagnant water, until it became quite swelled. “I am becoming enormously stout,” said the pea. “I shall burt at this rate. Tam sure no pea ever was so large, and that none can equal me in sire. 1 am the most remarkable, doubtless, of the five from the old pod.” And the flutter agre. il with it. But the young girl stood at the window with sparkling eyes, with the glow of health upon her checks, and she folded her delicate white hands over the pea blossom, and thanked the diver of all good for it. “I prefer my pea ?” said the gutter. .1 HAPPY TYPO. A clns-rful temper is a natural pill, the desirability j of which cannot be questioned, but seldom do we | meet with a spirit so thoroughly saturated with good j nature that no disappointment, no poverty, depriva ■ tiou or combination of adverse circumstances can i break it down or overcome its geniality. Yesterday morning a man made his appearance before Justice Brennan, who seemed to have a per fect fountain of undiluted contentment somewhere in his composition, which no depressing influences of care or accident had be< u able to exhaust or adul terate a type—a modern edition of Mark Taploy- a human barrel of jolliness w ithotit hoops on. IJo was arrested for being intoxicated He gave his name ns Gctaphat Take, said he was a printer, and hailed from “Tho Gem of Science” office; is a short man, of a beor-cask figure, and a face as rubicund as if he slept in a room with red curtains. His answer to the authorities showed his contentment under all 1 shades of fortune. The Justice, being altm in age-1 riiu! humor, was inclined to banter the disciple of Ben Franklin, and accordingly addressed him a fol lows : Judge.— Well, Mr. Take, it seems you have thrown aside the “composing-stick, and gone to get drunk for a living. I’m afraid you're a “bad case,” and! stand in need of “c-.mcting “ 1 think I shall send you to “quod.” These technicalities, which were uttered in a sort of you-see-I-know-your trade-ns well-as-you-do air, seemed to give Mr. Take that assurance which print ers seldom lack, but of which the solemnities of a Police Court might temporarily have, deprived him, I and he answered: j Prinoner.- -Well, at any rate, lam glad we’ve no “galleys” in this country, or I suppose you would “empty” me there, and “well-leaded” at that. But, bless you, sir, going to jail's nothing; the last time I was there I tamed a “rat,” and taught him to chew tobacco, beside inventing three new steps for a fancy ! hornpipe—it’s a good deid better than setting “solid | minion,'’ more than three-quarters “figure - work,” I ! and getting only a “price-nnd-a-half” fir it. Lord 1 i bless you, Squire, I’d a great deal rather go to jail for i ten days than not. I've got sick of work just now, and I’ll have a chance to get the bile off mv stomach. Judge.— You seem to take it easy : how do you propose to employ your time this trip? Pruoner.- -NN't-H, Corporal, I'm undecided wheth- j er 111 k-arn to wtiii-ne the opera of the “Bohemian i Girl,” practice -Handing oi mj head, or undertake i I to acquire the ch-gant accomplishment of balancing , 1 straw son my nose. If I could get a cut. I’d teach j ! her to j lay the fiddle, if 1 thought the strings would'nt j j remind her unplea-untly of int> stinal discord, after her feline body had been nine times slain. Jndgt.. Mr. Take, you setin particularly happy , . under the rireumstaiv s; have you got a wife? Prinoner Not now, I.e uteoant 1 had one, but j she ran off with a bow-legged ootbior. Iwas so glad (aboutit that I sent he: her dresses and quit-claim 1 fixed of her per-on sign'd in capital letters, She left nw- on boy, but h* - wax a “foul proof”— not a i bit liko m<. I bound him ’prentice to the type sticking trade; but the first day he quarreled wit j the regular •■devil’’ -knocked **v-r the “hank” ! i pulled h “f-.nn off the irapo-neg stone,” arid “pied I five p*.|tmiii'” H dropped the* “ shooting -lick ” into the “alligat- <r pr- ar 'd * the evening he and 1 anotlwr hop-del l*oy were ‘aught rehearsing a broad sword combat with a couple of “column-rules.” The foreman “battered” him with a •‘mallet,” and when he got he to. to me he had a ‘faricy-head,” if ever there was ore Cl- rlc. NVLere is tie now? Prisoner. IU run aw ay w itb a circus, and tire last I saw of him he was in the middle of a sawdust ring, trying to tic hi- l>-g!i in a how-knot round his neck, j ; I've been jollier -ince then than ever before. Judge. —You seem to he aivvaj s jolly. Prisoner Ho 1 am. I laughed when my father 1 turned me out of do i- at eleven years old laughed when I broke my arm. and mvl funny far*-# at the doctor while he wa* setting it. The happiest day 1 ’ ever spent i* - nr time when 1 bed’nt but. one shirt and a pair of pant* to put on, had sp< nt all my money, and gone hurigr*’ forty hours. I never was really ( unhappy but once in my life, and that was when 1 i foil down stairs, fractured my collar bone, and skin- ned my leg ho badly that 1 rould’nt get on my knees to thank find I hadn’t broken my neck. The Judge relented and let Mr. T ike go, and that profound individual left the room trying to whistle and sing at the same time, and also to dance an in dependent jig with each leg to a different tunc. UAKUAIMVL 0V SIiADVY. V Scotch paper has the following account of the mode by which business may bo transacted on Sun day, and no harm done: Long before there was any word of disruption, and when the Church of Scotland was doomed by those w ho have since acceded from her communion as the glory of the church, the following conversation en sued between his reverence now in the Free Church, and one of the hearers in a rural parish, on a Sun day afternoon, immediately after divine am ici*. “AV heel, John, there's a fine day.” “It is that, s r,” was the reply. “That’s a fine jiony you have got, John.” “No cannier or better-behaved oreimr in the par ish, savin’ yorself,” replied John. “If it had not been Sunday,"said the man ofScrip ture, “1 would have beuu inquiring the price of it.” “'Deed, sir,” replied the owner of the beast, “hudnn been Sunday, na ye say, I would hae said aught pounds.” “Indeed,” replied mas” John, “we will see about that to-morrow.” “Very wool, sir. That's a bonny stack o’ bay ye had i’ the yard l wmildnn he na w-aur o’ a puchle o’ it; ami it hadna been the day it is I would hae spewed the price of it, too.” “I think the more of you for that, John, as it is just the way with myself, for had it not been this j hallowed day, l would have said uinopensu per stone. I might likewise have asked a number of questions —such as how the market went yesterday at, Ar broath, and what are you asking for your Ayrcslfiro hull calf, and so on.” “'Deed, ay, Hir ; but as we r.anna be tollin’ that wheat raise a shillin', and aits fifteen pence the quar ter, on sic a day as this, an’ it would be just as ill sayin’ that the bit caulie’s wirtli thirty ebliliuN till anylKtdy.” “Clood-day, John.” “fluid day, sir.” And thus ended the above equivocal reverence fur the Sabbath, although the conversation ended to the mutual worldly advantage of both parties. THK (<I<CRN EYED MONSTER. One of the sub-editors of tho F.tensvillo Journal gives tho following rich scenes a.-, having occurred nt Cairo: . A German deck passenger hml been harboring the “green eyed monster” during the entire trip from New Orleans, on aceount of some little attentions his w ile received and seeim-fl to court from a dashing, starched tip “Snyder,” who, unluckily for the hus band, w as nlso a deck passenger. Shortly after the boat's arrival here, lie was driven to utter desperation at seeing his w ife receive and lovingly return the hateful Snyder’s ki Calling her forward, he placed iiiinscli upon tin* cimlk of the bout. “Ah, Kathleen, you like ■ a- r tailor so batter ns me all d*-r while, ho mine (kit! I drowns myself ter death.” Overboard he plunged ! The wife tiecame frantic, and attempted to follow him, but was stayed Gy th<- passengers. .She. full upon hui knee*, and agonizing ly entreated her “Shorgo” to come- back, but no George appeared; she promised unwavering con stancy-increased affection -tho spirit of devotion and submission he seetned so anxious she should Huioifost, but nothing save tho rutiled waters gn'< response. .She then shrieked for him again, when up from the water slrfveringly mmo an answer, “I’m now so dead as der very tyv'A, if you ki-” der Snyder ‘Hire any time again ; and if you no mon kiss him and hivoa mo so good and better as you loves him twice, vy den I conn ‘- back myself. Ino likes der Unit tailor, him to get trio for hi* drtidder* in law mit mein wife.” A wild delirious cry of joy e<aped tho woaun.- Sbc promised fidelity upon tier bended krwt*. when hl-iwly from beneath tie- guards of the t>oat. emerged the half frozen Dutchman, lie hud managed to gain the cover of the guards without betng discovered, and there supported himself aliov* the water by th< temhera. Kathh * n has been a moat devoted w ife, and boldn tbe tmlor in utti r detestation. A II.AIIA EsT IN r IJiENT T Ue Detroit Advertiser tolls of a team of fjright buy, five y<**r old mares, fourteen hands high, l*g anil low built, sturdy, tough, strong and m north, re cently maiclied by 8. I* AV -■ , of Gaiko*m c*unty, , Mich., for farm service; a betc-r team never nettled i h mould-!mard into th* grutn ward AV —— had i sixty five *• res of riObki wheal, and tie purchased a •os AlcCormiek reufier, to which in the prido of his heart he hitched the mart*, scorning to disgrace his fine crop akd new reaper by contact with any thing in tin* stispc of iiorwfk-nb poorer than his very i best. Ihe niarc* were harnessed to tbe “machine,” a raw Dutchman, who had never seen a reaper, was i put on to drive, and away tt* y went. At the first revolution of the big reel, which they saw over their b’indera, they became impressed with die idea that ■ they were bound to “run wid de masheon,” a/id suro : enough they did, through the big wheat Held, in all poaeibb- rig zag directions, cutting some, breaking down the balance, and scattering tbe grain far and , wide behind them. The Dutchman clung to bis scut ! for a while, yelling, “weo I” in nineteen d.fil rent di j alecte, until tho truck of the reaper atruok a atone, 1111. KSI-MMR 11. w hereat he bounded Koine ten feet into the air, de scribing a parabolic curve, w ith a radius of inconve nient length, and finally brought up, hull down, in the middle of the field. The marts kept on as though t’ereg had hired Bacchus for a cab-driver, and was bent on a bust; the machinery rattling, the great reel revolving with fierce velocity, and the knives gnashing away at the grain like the teeth of a mad man, until the breaking of a singlo-troe turned over ! the machine, and the mares streaked it for the barn, where they remained at last nerounts The next day six remarkably old-fashioned cradles were ob served busily at work in that wheat field, and a no tice headed “Patent Iteaper for Sale,” was to be seen on the front ga'o. K LOVELY INCIDENT. Wlmt parent, on rending the annexed extract, can fail to.rctlcct on the lesson it suggests? How impor tant that when the parent has departed, the example loft behind them may be such as the child can be thankful for. To watch for and train the budding thoughts of an artless child, is one of the noblest of fices father or mother can fill. Truly bath it been said that “out of the mouths of babe's and surklingß strength has been ordained.” AAfhat could give great er strength to that widowed heart than such a Hcene w ith her daughter. She knelt at the accustomed hour, to thank God for the mercies of the day, and pray for care through the coming night; as usual, came the earnest “God blesH dear mother, and— ” but the prayer was still ed ; tho little hand unclasped and a look of agony met the mother’s eye ns the w ord of hopeless sorrow burst from tho lips of the kneeling child, “I cannot pray for father any more!” Since her little lips had been able to form the dear name, she had prayed for a blessing upon it; had followed close after mother’s name, for lie had said that must come first; and now to say the familiar prayer and leave her father out! No wonder that the thought seemed too much for the childish mind to receive. I w aited for some moments that she might conquer I her emotion, and then urged her to go on. Her 1 i pleading eyes met mine, and with a full heart, too much almost for utterance, she said—“Oh, mother I cannot leave him all out ; Id me say, thank God that I had a dear father onee! so I can still go on and keep him in my players.” And so she always ! does, and my stricken heart learned a lesson from the loving ingenuity of my child. Remember to thank God for mercies past as well as to ask for bles.-lngs for the future,” RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN DRUNKENNESS AND CRIME. What fills the alms-houses and our gaols? What hangs yon trembling wretches upon the gallows?— ft is drink ! And wo might call upon the tomb lo break forth; “Ye mouldering victims! wipe tie grave-dust crumbling from your brow, stalk forth in your tattered shrouds and bony whiteness, to testi ly against the drink ! Come, conic from the gallows, you spirit-maddened manslnyer! give up your bloody knilo, and stalk forth to testify against it! Crawl from Ibe slimy ooze, ye drowned drunkards, and, it h suffocation's blue and livid lips, speak out against : the drink ‘ Unroll the record of the past, and let | the Recording Angel read out the murder indict* incuts writti n in God’s book of remembrance; aye, let the past be unfolded, and the shrieks of victims wail ling be. home down upon the night blast 1 Snap your burning chains, yc denizens of the pit, and come up sheeted in the lire, dripping with the flames of hell, and with your trumpet tongues testify against tire deep damnation of the drink.” * * Some are liv ing to-day ; and 1 should like to stand now, and see the mighty enterprise ns it rises before them. They 1 worked hard. They lifted the first turf—prepared the bed in which to lay the corner stone. They laid it amid persecution and storm. They worked under the surface; ami men almost forgot that there wero ! busy hands laying the solid foundation far down be neath. By and by they got the foundation above the surface, und then commenced another storm of persecution. Now we see the superstructure, pillar after pillar, tower after tower, column after column, with the capitals emblazoned—" Love, truth, sympa thy, and good will to all men.” Old men gazo upon it as it grows up before them. They will not live to sue it completed, but they see in faith the crowning cope-stone set upon it. Mock-eyed women weep as j it. grows in beauty; children strew the pathway of ; the workmen with flowers. \Y f e do not see its bcau- Ity y,-t—we do not sco the magniflccr.cc of the super* ■ structure yet —because it is in course of erection.— Scaffolding, ropes, ladders, workmen ascending and descending, mar the beauty of tho building ; but, by and by, when the hosts who have labored shall come up over a thousand battle-fields w aving with bright i grain, never again to he crushed in the distillery— through vine-yards, under trollised vines with grapes : 1 hanging in all their purple glory, never again to b<hr i presacd into that which can debase and degrade man a” i kind; w hen they shall come through orchards, unde a j trees hanging thick with golden pulpy fruit, never to i he turned into that which can injure and debase — or 1 when they shall coino up to the last distillery anti U j destroy it, to the last stream ol liquid death and dr>go jit up, to the last weeping wife and wipe her tearun I gently aw ay; to the last little child and lift him u| I to stand where (lod meant that man should stand- h ’ to the last drunkard and nerve him to burst the bunvul i ing fetter"-’, and make a glorious accompaniment h, , the song of freedom by the clanking of his brokehri chain—th -n, ah 1 then will the cope-stone be sqt, 1 , | u|s).i it, the scaffolding will fall with a crash,and th building will start in its wondrous beauty before a astonished woilti Autobiography rfJohn H, trovy , \ JAMES T. BLAIN, l PHINTEB.