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JOHN HENRY SEALS.) , AN > Editors. L. LINCOLN VEAZEY, ) NEW SERIES, VOL. I. TEMPERANCE CRUSADER. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY, EXCEPT TWO, Iff THE YEAR, BY JOHN H. SEALS. TERMS; $1 ,00, in advance; or $2,00 at the end of the year. KATES OF ADVERTISING. 1 square (twelve lines or le.-s) first insertion,'. .$1 00 Each continuance, 50 Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding six lines, per year, 5 00 Announcing Candidates for Office, 2 00 STANDING ADV ERTISEMENTB. 1 square, three months, 5 00 1 square, six months, 7 00 1 square, twelvemonths, -12 00 2 squares, “ 18 00 8 squares, “ “ 21 00 4 squares, “ “ 25 00 not marked with the number of insertions, will be continued until forbid, and charged accordingly. Merchants, Druggists, and others, may con tract for advertising by the year, on reasonable terms. LEGAL ADVERTISEMENTS. Sale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, Executors, and Guardians, per square, 6 00 Sale of Personal Property, by Administrators, Executors, and Guardians, per square,... 325 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 8 25 Notice for Leave to Sell, 4 00 Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 75 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Adru’n. 5 00 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Guardi anship, 3 25 LEGAL REQUIREMENTS. Sales of Land and Negroes, by. Administrators, I Executors, or Guardians, are required by law to be j held on the first Tuesday in the month, between the b/)urs of ten in the forenoon and three in the after noon, at the Court House in the County in which the property is situate. Notices of these saies must be given in a public gazette forty days previous to the day of sale. Notices for the sale of Personal Property must be given at least Un days previous to the day of sale, i Notice to Debtors and Creditors of an Estato must j be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell Land or Negroes, must be published weekly for two months. Citations for Letters of Administration must be published thirty days —for Dismission from Admin istration, monthly , six months —for Dismission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for Foreclosure of Mortgage must be pub lished monthly for four months —for compelling titles from Executors or Administrators, where a bond has been given by the deceased, the full space of three months. will always be continued accord ing to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise ordered. The Law of Newspapers. 1. Subscribers who do not give express notice to the contrary, are considered as wishing to continue their subscription. 2. If subscribers order the discontinuance of their newspapers, the publisher may continue to send them until all arrearages are paid. 3. If subscribers neglect or refuse to take their newspapers from the offices to which they are di rected, they are held responsible until they have set tled the bills and ordered them discontinued. 4. If subscribers remove to other places without informing the publishers, and the newspapers are sent to the former direction, they are held responsi ble. 5. The Courts have decided that refusing to take newspapers from the office, or removing and leaving them uncalled for, is prima facte evidence of inten tional fraud. 6. The Unito<i States Courts have also repeatedly Jfiecided, that a Postmaster who neglects to perform his duty of giving reasonable notice, as required by the Post Office Department, of the neglect of a per son to take from the office newspapers addressed to him, renders the Postmaster liable to the publisher for the subscription price. • v A JOB PRINTING, of every description, done with neatness and dispatch, at this office, and at reasonable prices for cash. All orders, in this department, must be addressed to J. T. BLAIN. > PROSPLCTCB or TIIE TIMPW.iI dIIMBIR. [quoutdax] TEMPERANCE BANNER. ACTUATED ly a conscientious desire to further the cause of Temperance, and experiencing great disadvantage in being too narrowly limited in space, by the smallness of out paper, for the publica tion of Reform Arguments and Passionate Appeals, we have determined to enlarge it to a more, conve nient and acceptable size. And being conscious of the fact that there are existing in tiie minds of a large portion of the present readers of the Banner and its former patrons, prejudices and difficulties which can never be removed so long as it retains the name, we venture also to make a change in that par ticular. Tt will henceforth bo called, “TIIE TEM PERANCE CRUSADER.” This old pioneer of the Temperance cause is des tined to chronicle the tr utnph of its principles. It has stood the test—passed through the “fiery fur nace,” and, like the “Hebrew children,” re-appeared unscorched. It has survived the newspaper famine which has paused, and is still causing many excel lent journals and periodicals to sink, like “bright ex halations in the evening,” to rise no more, and it has even heralded the “death struggles of many contem poraries, laboring for the same great end with itself. It “still flyes,” and “waxing bolder as it grows older,” is now waging an eternal “Crusade” against the “In fernal Liquor Traffic,” standing like the “High Priest” of the Israelites, who stood between the people and the plaguexhat threatened destruction. We entreat the friends of the Temperance Cause to give uaftheir influence in extending, the usefulness of the paper. Wc intend presenting to the public a sheet worthy of all attention and a liberal patronage; for while it is strictly a Temperance Journal , we shall endeavor to keep its readers posted on all the current events throughout the country. 2;3lF"Prcc, as JOHN H. SEALS, Editor and Proprietor. PeafieU, *., •, CbMgtaL For the Temperance Crusader. MR. E. EVERETT SMUGGINS. CHAPTER IV. LEAP YEAR ADVENTURES. Several days previous to the events nar rated in the last chapter, the subjoined con versation is reported to have .occurred be tween Miss Ellg Euphonia Crump and her bosom-friend, Miss Plugmu. Both ladies were evidently in a communicative mood, and each looked as if she had something im portant to communicate to the other. Both were rocking to and fro in front of a bright fire, and occasionally glancing towards the todet table to catch the reflection of the beautiful faces mirrored there. Miss Piug mu spoke first. “Ella, are you acquainted with Mr. Smug gins?” i “Oh, yesreturned the other, j “Is’nt he a nice gentleman ?” I “lie’s more than a nice gentleman” —em- phatically replied Miss Crump. “He is the most perfect gentleman I know, There is no comparison whatever, between Mr. Smuggins and the other young men. He has such an air of refinement, and his man ners are so easy, that he is perfectly capti vating.” “Yes”—enthusiastically continued Mis Plugmu ; “his company is delightful. Did you notice how instructive his conversation ; was ? He must be the most brilliant young man in college. There is no telling how i much he has read.” j “A nd his dress is so neat and fashionable,” j said Miss Crump. “And, Ella, his boots are so small and del icate ; his hands are so white.” “He has such a love of a moustache.— My dear Eoline, if there is anything in the world that marks the true gentleman, it is a moustache ” “Did you ever see such a smile as he has, Ella?” “Oh, it is so charming.” “I’ll tell you a secret, Ella, if you will promise never to say anything about it,” said Miss Plugmu, with a blush. “Mr. Smuggins has visited me very often, and 1 —I rather think he likes me. He has never said so, but he has given me to understand how he feels.” “Indeed,” replied the other, in a changed tone; “he has been visiting you, has he ?” “Yes. But what makes you look so hard at me ? Is there anything strange in his visiting me ?” And she tossed her head proudly. “Anything strange ? 1 should think there was. Oh ! my dear friend, we have been cruelly deceived by that monster.” “How ? What do you mean ? You as tonish me. VVhat is the matter?” asked the other, in alarm. “He has given you indications that he loves you, has he ?” said Miss Crump, bitter ly and scornfully. “Would you believe it if I were to tell you that he has been visit ing me and has given me indications that he loves me ?” “I see it—l see it;” cried Miss Plugmu, hysterically. “Oh, the perfidious, horrid monster ! To try to flirt with both of us !” “Luckily, we have found him out, Eoline. The self-conceited dandy ! I wonder if he thought he could flirt with me?” “I always thought he was rather too fine and polite. Did you never think that he smiles so often just to show his teeth ? There is more affectation about him than I ever saw about anybody else.” “Yes. ITe is always holding out his foot as if by that he could excite our admiration. And he tries to be so witty in his conversa tion, when he lias’nt half as much wit as black Tom.” “And his shawl! That is enough to dis gust any lady of common sense. lie wears it like he thought every body was looking at it and admiring jt.” “His moustache, too; 1 expect he uses dye to make it look so much blacker than his hair.” “What shall we do. Ella, to show him our utter conte ; pt for him ?” “Suppose we treat him distantly and con temptuously, and in that may, make plain our abhorrence at such a character ?” “I have it, Ella, 1 have it;” exclaimed Miss Plugmu, exultingly. “This is Leap Year, you know. Well,'now let’s each of us address him and make him believe that we are dead in love with him, and after wards—hn, ha—we will cast him adrift and learn him that we are not to be flirted by every upstart college bov.” “That’s a happy idea! Eoline” laughed Miss Crump; “the very best thing we could do. Oh—we’ll teach him a lesson he’ll not soon forget.” “When shall we do it?” eagerly asked Miss Plugmu. “The first time he visits either of us. Let’s begin as soon as possible.” And so it was arranged that poor Smug gins was to be victimized because he had dared to admire both ladies at the same time. With what success the first part of their plan was carried into execution, the reader has already been informed. A few days after our conversation with Smuggins, as elsewhere detailed, he called on Miss Ella Euphonia Crump, with the in tention to accept her offer— having, after much wavering, decided in her favor. She met him quite cordially, and seemed anxious to know whether he would reeurte the cub Jtiralti tt ®em|trjiitcf, Jitoraiitj, I’iitraiarf. Mineral Intelligence, JJetos, fa. PENFIELD, GA, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 18-56. -jeetofher proposal. This he did sooner than she expected. He made many apolo gies for his abrupt departure on that memo rable occasion; and finally concluded by assuring her that his heart and thoughts and hopes were centered in her and that he would feel only foo happy in the privilege of calling her his own, and much more to the same “purpose. It was Miss Crump’s turn now to wreak vengeance on him. With much affected coolness, she informed him that she was only joking, and that she thought he would understand her declara tion as a joke—merely a Leap Year prank, etc., etc. If Smuggins was amazed at her first declaration, he was two-fold more ama zed ut her last. He murmured some few unintelligible sentences in reply, and with a dry and sickly smile said it was “a deuced good joke—the best of the season,” and left her. He tell chagrined and humbled ; his heart was sorely grieved ; but he partially com forted himself with the reflection that Miss Plugmu was in earnest. \'ot that he had no vague doubts, even of her sincerity; by no means. Some faint glimmerings of the approaching truth had indeed began to dawn on his mind, but he resolutely and des perately closed his eyes to them. As sopn as ho could sufficiently correct himself, he determined to visit Miss Plugmu, and to act according to the adage, “if you can’t pud ding, take pie.” This he did with no little trepidation, it must be confessed : but with as much assurance as the circumstances would admit. As he had been bluffed by Miss Crump, so he was t ejected by Miss Plugmu. He staggered from the house with grim despair depicled on every fea ture ! But what of Miss Crump and Miss Plug mu ? Did they feel no compunctions ofcon science’for the part they had played to wards their unlucky admirer ? Undoubted ly they did. For many mornings immedi ately succeeding, their pillows were regu larly found to be bedewed with tears. They indulged in long fits of musing and abstrac tion ; sang plaintive songs at night-fall, un til their voices choked from excess of emo tion ; ate little or nothing at regular meals, and, it is confidently believed, quit eating al together at unseasonable hours ; and so far did their pity for their unfortunate victim ex tend, that they began each cordially to dis like the other for what she had d§ne in the matter, and so much so, that they have nei ther visited nor kissed each other since they mutually raised the storm that was to wreck the happiness of the ill-fated Smuggins. As for that, gentleman, when he left Miss Plugmu, he wandered about, beating his breast, tearing his hair, cursing his fate, and ever and anon imploring, in heart-rending accents, the moon and stars to pity his for lorn, blighted heart; but alas!, the moon shone calmly and in serene beauty, while the stars twinkled merrily at him, and nei ther moon n<>i stars offered any consolation. Suddenly he loniied a great resolution —one of those gigantic productions of highly wrought minds in great crises, which flash upon the world, dazzling the minds oi men by their originality and boldness —he would show his beautiful deceivers how he could die. He rushed to his room; and there, a little while after, we found him vainly en deavoring to blow out his brains with a rus ty pistol that had no percussion cap on its broken tube. In taking leave of Mr. Smuggins, we are happy to state that he was dissuaded from his intention to usher himself into another world, and that his friends have hopes that, at some future time, he will smile again. Such an indication of returning convales cence of the affections is earnestly hoped, though it is feared that each succeeding Leap Year will renew the old malady in all its original aggravation. Cornelius. Penfield, Ga. FIRE!! FIRE!!! A fang Lives and much Property destroy ed ! ! AL> Insurance !! ! The world has been visited by a most terrible conflagration. The record ot bur ning cities, the crisping of writhing bodies an 1 the mortal anguish of those who per ished in the flames, send a thrill ot horror along the nerves of a sympathizing hu manity; but there is nothing in all the ter rible record to compare with the tire we allude to. “Behold! how great a flame a little spark kindleth.” A way back along the dim pathway of Time, a little fire was kin dled beneath the mystic alembic and a compound the most consuming was produ ced. It went forth as a little rill of liquid tire, hissing and seething on its way, with ering and blasting all that was lovely and of good report. The stream widened until it spread wherever human foot has trodden, and the ruins of a blasted humanit y mark its course of death. The glory of young manhood and the feebleness of old- age ; the innocence of female purity and the loveliness of home : the virtue of individ uals and the moral tone of communities, have all been snapped and overthrown by this insidious enemy. It Ims approached the young man and bid him launch his all on its wave and be merry, and he, obeying, has been swallowed up. It has burned the props that fathers, mothers and wives leaned upon, and crushed them with bur thens too intolerable to be borne. Thus, for ages, has Rum, like a fiery stream, been consuming all within its course. In vain have good men labored to throwdykes across the hissing gulf and arrest its progress ; it has burst the bands and careered madly on, defying all moral efforts to stay its desolations. Ten thou sand engines, moved by brave hearts and stalwart arms, have been fighting against it, but still it has its annual holocaust of victims. From year to year it offers an unholy sacrifice upon unsanctified altars of its slam. It riots in blood and exults over the agonies of those who mourn without hope. Anthems of woe ride on every gale, and a shadow rests upon nearly eve ry home in the land. Strong men fall like t,lie frail stubble before the blast and the grave opens its damp portals to swallow them up. The flowers of a thousand fills are watered by the tears of Rama's mour ners, and the sanctuary of ten thousand homos darkens with broken idols of love. Property is Scattered and consumed, and poverty moans piteously in hovels over what is lost, while beggared women and children crowd highway and street with open palm. Every where is seen the wrecks sent adrift by this consuming fiend, and the heart saddens over the scene. For all this waste of life and property there is no Insurance! When man’s house or store is burned, the question is often asked,'‘was he injured V’ If so, less regret is manifested by his friends. But against the fires of the rum-field there is no insurance. No company will take risks and issue policies against that. A man dies from rum, bis houses and lands are scattered and his wife and children beg bread or die in the Asylum. lie goes to the grave, and worse than all, there is no insurance of life everlasting for his soul.— A fire breaks out in a city ; some daring man is consumed in the flames and a few families are left homeless. The public heart beats high with generous sympathy, a purse is made up, and the destitute are made comfortable. Ten thousand men are destroyed by rum—ten thousand’ fam ilies are beggared, and the world stands on agape without extending the helping hand of scarce a word of sympathy for the sufferers. Friend of Humanity, this fire is raging all around yon. It is silently performing its work of dessolation on every hand.— To-dav, to-moiTow, next year, you will see someone you know and love fall before its invisible, insidious flame. You will see helpless widows and crying orphans bow over a drunkard’s grave and weep as if the heart would break. You will see homes that were once sunny as some flowery isle of the south rendered dark and cheerless as the grave. Ply the engine ! Fight the fires! Use every faculty with which God has endowed you to arrest this consuming stream with which humanity is cursed and scourged. Remember ! against the deso lations of the fiery Rum fiend, there is no insurance / — Spirit of the Age. A HINT. When you go to church on the Sabbath, be sure to stand around the door and talk loudly about politics, sprees, frolics, etc., and, if you wish to appear particularly large, swear loud enough to attract the at tention of the few who have walked in and taken their seats. As ladies approach, if unmarried and beautiful, put on your best, smiles, and with your cigar between the thumb and third finger strain up to your most facinating attitude, and kill ’em out right with your charms. Don’t leave your station until after the Minister has com menced his discourse, then rush up the aisle, putting down your heels largely and in haste as if in fear of losing your seat. — Your back to the'wall, and your feet re clining on the seat, deliberately take a chew of the weed, squirt the filthy juice over the floor, and during the intervals of repose between the squirts, talk loudly enough to attract the attention of the con gregation—astounding them with your (lon’t care-kincl of bravery, and occasional ly looking the young ladies out of counten ance. Jf the Minister looks reprovingly at you, stare daggers at him in return, and tell him thus plainly, yet silently, that you are a freeman, and do not allow any one to even question your right to act out your vicious inclinations, when and where you please. Pay no attention whatever to the speaker, and if in the meantime conversa tion becomes dull whittle the benches With your knife, to relieve the monotony. — Should any one dare question your right to do as you please and speak oi law ior the lawless, throw yourself back upon your native, inherent dignity, speak o! gentleman''sprivileges and stretch yourself up to the size of a full grown aristocratic scion of noble blood, by reflecting that you have a rich daddy , every cent of whoso wealth has, like another vagabond’s, been obtained through the toil and sweat of others, without rendering a fair equivalent —perhaps through the stench of a misera ble doggery. If this does not suffice to make you feel like a privileged character, remember, in addition, that the “old man” is a drunken blackguard, with a reputation co-extensive with bar-room twaddle, the lustre of whose name will rest upon your future life, make your virtues look as clear as mud,.and your misdeeds as brilliant as the noonday sun. This done, all intelli gent and virtuous citizens will set you down as a fast young man, running at rail road speed to a felon’s death and a felon’s re ward . Temperance Recorder. LEGISLATORS AND LICENSES. It is seldom that we have read a more luting, sarcastic, withering reproof of liquor selling than is contained in the subjoined article. Vvedo m>4wonder that “the cow ering liquor dealer looked the very eni- of humiliation and shame.”— Jhe article is worth the careful perusal of our. legislators, and of all who are feigning petitions for the repeal of our restraining law. \\ e wish “the old lady” could make a short visit to Harrisburg, und have an interview with some of the members who seem bent upon restoring our old license system, with its endless mischiefs and un utterable abominations. We think with such appeals as she made to the liquor dealer, they might pause and abandon then purpose. But to tiie article ; —here it is, with all its deep pathos and thrilling elo quence : “Would to God that the Maine Law could have passed fifty years ago !” We turned to find an old lady on the seat back of us, venturing her wish in the midst of an earnest discussion between a Maine Law Yankee and a red-nosed member of the bottle fraternity. “Yes,” continued the old lady, “fifty years ago. A husband would not have gone down to a drunkard’s grave, my daughters married drunkards and lived in sorrow, or my boys have died in jail and the madhouse. Look at me,” and with something of fire kindling tip in her old eyes, she laid her bony hand upon the arm of the liquor dealer, “and see a wreck of your. accursed business. I was young, had enough of this world’s goods, and my heart was full of happiness and hope. My God ! sir, how they have pour- j ed desolation into this old heart. lam of ten bitter, and do you wonder? Such as you robbed me of all my children, and at eight}’ years of age I am alone—do you hear— alone! And let me tell you, this hand never wronged the least of God’s creatures. But yon, sir, wronged me. — You, sir, talk about the domicil, and say it is sacred. God forgive me, but I remem ber the day when my home was entered by the constables and skinned of all. I remember when the Bible my mother gave me was taken away for drink. 1 remem ber the time when my first-born was laid in my arms from a drunken husband’s hands, and its little lifeblood fan warm in to my bosom from its wounds. Whv, Sir,” and the old woman half raised in her seat, “in God’s holy name, did you come into my house to rob and kill ? Was that cons titutional ? I have one child living—in the asylum— a maniac . It’s all the work of your hands. There is blood there! Blood , Sir ! Better, Sir, have a mill-stone around your neck than sell rum. The curse of the widow is upon you and yours. Give me that bottU /” Involuntarily, as it almost seemed, the liquor dealer handed the old lady the bottle which he held in his hand. She dashed it out of .the car window, and slowly resumed her seat.— The people who had crowded around while the train was stopping, to hear the conver sation, slowly and thoughtfully dispersed to their seats, and tiie now cowering liq uor dealer looked the very embodiment of humiliation and shame. With a deep sigh we turned away, our own faith stronger by the Maine-Law sermon we had listened to. Ah ! how many of our land would have escaped the bitterness of life had rum been banished in their day!— Cayv/tga Chief. GIYS THE CHILDREN ROOM. “Ave,” we reiterate from the New York Mirror, “give the children room, whether it be ol board or bed, or steamboat, or rail car, or omnibus! Give the children space and time, and some little human considera tion in whatever they do or desire. Push not these embryo men and women to the wall, nor crowd them in a corner, for they are humanity’s beauty and perfume. Glum old bachelor, growling-at twinges of gout, bald-pated, or be-wigged, fancy n.ot you have but. to nod and all the children must stand up or squeeze away to give you room, and silence nieir musical chatter to give your crabbed soul quiet. What, are you— or you, old maiden, with pickled aspect, in the jubilant scale of a healthy universe, com pared with these children ? There is hope of these, but none of you. Children are too much beaten and bustled about—put off and run over, as if of no account —yet they are the expanding seed of the generation of men and women soon to be. They have souls delicate and sensitive ns the pulse of love. Think not they are heedless of injustice or slight. The wrong done them pains, or burns, or rankles deep. The wrong repeat ed, accumulated, may warp and shade a whole dawning life. Room for the children! We were all children once, and of such is the kingdom of heaven. What were the would without children, and what are chil dten without their fair share of room and consideration in the world ? Children— they are the blossoms of life; crush them uot, touch them not roughly. We make plea for the children, for they are much abused, much under-judged. They are not counted, and set, and respected for the {priceless jewels they are. Bah! what ( a TERMS: ffil.OO IN ADVANCE. JAMES T. BLAffl, PUBTrKH. VOL. XXII,-NUMBER 7. dismal den this earth would be with onlv selfish, sensuous, proud, vain, jostling busi ness men, and flounced, flaunting, gadding, gossipping women to people it-—with no children to daisy, and sunshine, and per■fume and melodize it. But for the children, the sun would put on his night-cap and lie a bed till dooms-dav.” WHAT HOPE HAD, • It stole on its pinions to the bed of dis ease ; and the sufferer’s ‘frown became a smile —the emblem of peace and love. It went to the house of mourning, and from the lips of sorrow there came swvet and cheerful songs. It laid its head upon the arm .of the poor, which stretched forth at the command of unhiHy impulses, and saved him from dis grace and ruin. It dwelt like a living thing in the bosom of the mother, whose son tarried long after the promised time of his coming, and sal ved her from desolation and the “care that killeth.” It hovered about the head of the yonth who had become the Ishmael of society,; anu led him on to works which, even his enemies praised. It snatched a maiden from the jaws-of death, and went with an old mail to heav en. No hope! my good brother. Have it— beckon it to your side. Wrestle with it, that it may not depart. It may repay your pains. Life is hard enough at best and hope shall lead you over its mountains and sustain you amid its billows. Part with all besides—but keep by hope. GIFTS AND* GRACES. Gifts may not be graces of the Spirit of God. There may be the eloquence of the gifted tongue without the unction of the consecrated heart. There may be the or dination of the bishop or the Presbyter, but not the consecration which God’s holy Spirit alone can give. He may have all gifts, all eloquence, all theological knowl edge, all polite learning, yet if wanting in singleness of eye, unity of purpose, earnest devotedness to the true end of his office, the conversion of souls and the glory of God, however he may be applauded by the tongues of men, weighed in the scales of the sanctuary, he is altogether wanting. — Gumming. AW OLD MAW’S TESTIMOWY. Grant Thorburn in a letter addressed to “Mr. Printer” and written on his 81st birth-day says the Bible has been the guide of his life. He continues : “It’s all delusion,” says the ghostofTom Paine, the Pope and the devil. If so, it is a very cheap delusion, [you can buy a Bi ble for a very little,] a very pleasant and a very comfortable delusion ; it has carri ed me over the storms of eighty winters. It will carry me over the swelling of Jor dan, the noise of whose waters are soun ding in my ears. Having carried this chart (the Bible) du ring a long voyage, and always found it correct I recommend it as a sure guide. HOW TO “GO IT.” Go it strong in your praise of the ab sent. Some of it will be sure to get around. Go it strong when you make love to a pretty widow. More people have erred by too little than too much in this particular. Go it strong when taking up contribu tions for a charitable purpose. It will pay. Go it strong when 3*oll make a public speech. Nine people out of ten never take any allusion unless it cuts like a short handled whip ora rhinoceros cowhide. Go it strong when 3 T ou advertise. Busi ness is like architecture —its best suppor ters are full columns. Go it strong and pay the printer. Nev er grudge him his price. Recollect it is he who brings, customers to your door, who otherwise would never discover your where abouts. A TOUCHING SPW2. A correspondent of the Elmira R publi can says that in a recent trip over the New York and Erie road, an incident occurred that touched every beholder’s heart with pi ty. A-coin parat i vel v young 1 ady, and 1 ess ed in deep mourning, Tier .husband having recently died, was travelling southward, having in her care and .keeping a young daughter of some 6 yearn The little girl was mild eyed as an autumnal sky and as delicate and transparent as the. pearls of Ceylon. Touchingly beautiful was the af fection of heart for the mother, whose so licitude for the daughte’-s comfort was un ceasingly manifested. Looking ever and anon from the car windpvy, she turned to her mother, saying : “Mother, I am weary —when shall we get home 2” After a time she fe]l into a gentle slumber, and awa king suddenly—a radiant Smite overspread her features, she exclaimed*, pointing up wards,—“Mother, there is papa!—home at last!” and expired. It was y*et man 3* a Weary mile to her mother’s home, but the angels pitying the little sufferer, gathered her to the Paradise of Innocence. DCTIt has been beautifully said that . “the veil which covers the face of futurity is wo ven by the hand of mercy” Seek not to raise that veil, therefore, for sadness might be seen to shade the brow that fanov biui wr* 1 * - , “ft