Huntingdon Journal

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" LlBERTV  AND  UnION,  NOW  AND FOEBVER, ONE  AND  INBEPARABLE. "
WILLIAM BREWSTEE,) pniTrina SAM. 0. WHITTAKEE,  P'"^^<^"^'
HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 21,   1856.
VOL. XXL NO. 21.
[ny itciinEST.]
IKIVOW THO IJ ART OO.^E.
T Icnow tbou art gone to thQ home of thy rest, Then why ahould my soul be so sad 1
I know Ihou art gone where the weary are blest
.   .'vnd the mourner looks up and is glad ;
Wliere lhe love has pul off in Iheiandof its birth The strain it has gAthereil in this :
Aild Iiojie, tbe sweet singer that gladdened the earth, Lies asleep ou thc bosom of bliss.
1 'mow thou art gone wbere thy forehead is stir¬ red With the beauty that dwells in thy soul,
Now and then the flames vvould puff oul inlo the room, flinging smoke, nshes nnd cinders inio bosom of the secret-bear¬ ing, queer Jacob Tree.    Whal did they
and as, upon looking around, could nol per-   —her upturned nose, nnd fell calmly lo the
the widow's cop  drooped like grass belore
tbe mower's scythe at noonday. Iler new gingham wilted like a rag. Never was Those six—
ceive any one, she rather snappingly bawl- | earth.    Poor soul, it wns evident that her ed, "What is the  malter?"    No answer. ] hearl was nol with her cabbages I
The widow crept to the lenc.e cautiously '     Recovering  from her emolion  she re-' transformation so complete ever cure for the white linen  nnd  snlTron ! and looked over.    Instantly her fnce flush-' sumed ;  'they mature early—are you par-! there  might  have  heen seven—quarts of colored cravat?    What business had those j cd with mingled surprise, sorrow and dis-: tial to cabbages ?' watur, had added iwenty years of age,
two purblind eyes lo be ever siiring them   gust—(if the three ever mingle). 'Very,  indeed, may   I   bcsoboldasto       Forthe  blooming, charming woman of
out of countenance?    What wonder they '     If mankind in general,  and Mr. Tree, | beg a plant ?' I the momenl previous, she was changed to
gol mad, and spit and blustered with such ; of Crabville in particular, are watched over i     'You  shall have ono  wilh lhe utmost j along, lank bundle of wel clothes, henriy good will that it sent the dreamer   or in nny way governed, by good and evil | pleasure.'    The pliint was whisked oul of      Mr. T. could scarcely credit his senses, jtaggering up and down  the room, with   stars, the laller which presides  over  the I the  ground  and   placed in the bachelor's , and remained moveless. The widow, how- his crnzy eyes winking and  blinking os l destiny of the aforesaid   old Jacob musl I hand in a twinkling. .ovet,   recovered  herself, and  seizing the
Ihough they hnd   been  snulTcd too  near! have its "eyo peeled," and advanced toils j     'Ihank  you,  it shall always be worn   mop, raised  nnd broughl it to bear wilh a their sockets. j full powers and zenith, jual as tho  rosy   next m| heart-beg pardon—well watered,' tremendous thwack across the shoulders of
ll had been a chilly day  in  April, like i widow peeped over that ideniical fence.—   tended, bring forth hundred lold,' said the   her would be lover. Thump, tnump, three Vi'aere the light of ihy loveliness  cannot be j all other April days, sunny and showery ¦ Th» treacherous lub—which, by the way   bachelor, rather confusedly.    For a mo-   times it  came before Mr. Tree recovered I answer ?   God   placed   Ihem   ihere—-so ' - ' like a woman.    Poor Tree, lired at eve-1 was the first lime in that tub's life thai it | ment he was east ddwn, his eyes rested on i his povvers of locomotion.    He fled—she | much  wo  kno'.v.     Fcienco  explores the
ning deiv his cosy chair into the oosiercor-   was nol standing on ils own  bollom had i tho  cabbage plant which bad already be- ¦ pursued.    Around the well curb, through j grand highway to the heavens, but her va-
ner and fell asleep.    Thero  ho sat,   nod-; tumbled the   unlortunate  bachelor inlo a I gun to wither, and in thnt short period he ¦ the garden, over cabbage and roots, around j garies and even her statistics, satisfy  us
lake when the winds are'locked in their J on his Litany or Prayers. Whoa, Sir !— treasuries. Did you ever look in bitter.; Here is the old sober Methodist horse :— ness on tbeir lolly serenity jusl after lipslV/boa! old fellow ! Just slip away his ihat you loved had withered anil stiffened ' love feasts nnd his class meeting, and he'll in death? Did you ever cry out with ag-; kick lill he falls. Whon ! you old Shou- ony that tho stars so still and grand, lighl- j ter! whoa I Ah I here is the horse that is ed their glittering temples, while your star : ready lo kick at all liairs: dou't go nea- ihe brighlesl perhaps, the only slarof your I his confessional  or Penance: whoa! Mr.
life had set in darkness ? And did you nol wonder how they could dumbly gaze upon your misery—upon ihe pathway lo tho old church-yard—-upon that grave where a human heart was turning to dust while yours wns breaking.
The stars I where arc they ?    Who can
Nor thy henrt bo flung- back from ila goal; t know thou hast drunken of Lethe that flows
Through a land where they do not forget j That sheds over niemory only repose,
iV.iid takes I'rom il only regret.
1 his eye must be dnrk, thai na yet ia not dim,
Ere af.aiii it may gate upon thino ;
FJut my henrt baa  revealings on Ihco and   thv     . i •   -     ..     .• '       u i
Ij^ijjj. "   "'""-"»""     ' I at his inattention, now occasionally only   mortar!
In many a token and sign. j
t nover look up wilh a vow lo Ihe sky, !
But a light like thy beauty is there ; And I hear alono murmur, like thiue in rcj.lv, ;
VVhen I pour out my spirit in prayei.
Ill thy far nway dwelling, wherever ii be,
I believo ibou bast visions of minu ;      fiiu', . And thy love, that made all things aa miisie to
I have not yet learned to resign ; facu,
hi iho hush of tho r.igbt onthe wnale uflhe   a od nlive conIs, which  fanned   thim  inlo
Or nlone witb ihe breeze on the hill, 1 have ever a presence that whisporaof tl
_\iid nty sjiirit lius down and is atill. .\nd though Iiko a monster Ihnt silab
ding like a ship in u lazy sea. He did not hed of--'roses,' interrupts a reader. Wait, see the iire, nor the fun il had been ma-"Onions," perhaps, suggests another-— king of him.    ll , al Usl apparently vexed   VVait.    No.    Into a bed  of newly  made
The  hapless  victim  had  been threw on him a gleam of something  like   laughl by line upon line, precept upon pro- coiituinpt, and finnlly, drawing around  it-  cept, in his early catechism,that "all things self u    wbile   vuil of ashes,  fell   asleep ' work togelher fur good," bul at ihat mo¬ ment he  profanely rooled oul the belief
again went in imagination, tbrougb tho lhe cottage they Hew. Her wet dress dan-1 not. Worlds of light say some, bodies of unfortunate occurrence of lhe morning.—¦ gled around her feet and impeded hor pro- flame say others, luminous by reflection Instantly, as il were by magic, these lines ! gross ; ho  had  the advnntage, and just as   spiculate .atill oihers, but OI how vaguely
.Ml al once the bachelor, started from his do'«', clumsily kicked over the fire irons, thuy in   lurn  kicked nnd  scatturud   dead
moinentnry life nnd  warinlh.    ''Yes, I'll
1 UUI wrajijicd ill nniaiitlc of care ; "i'et the g ', fof my bosom—oh, call it nol gloom
Is not lhe black grief of deapair. By sorrow revealed, as the stars are by night,
Far ofl a bright vision appears, .\iid h'i|iu, liko a ruinbow, a creature of light.
Is born like a rninbuvv in tenra.
^cltct Cnlc.
Boston Eveuing Gnjiulte.
WIDOW M'SLAM.
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from his bosom, and no amounl of nrgu ment can cunvince him that that inurtar was "worked togelher" by other than "in¬ fernal" ngency.
Il vvould have been an immorlal study ; do It," hc said,—"Iwill—I'll be hanged forascniptor—that model in plaster, after if 1 don't, nud to-morrow too.'' He put Mr. Tree hud recovered his wig, feet and j his heel to the floor in no gentle way, as senses. Naturnlly enough, ho hnd shut ha pronoiincud the word "to morrov." his eyo', and just as  naturally, loo,  had
I Hi aler, do you know wbat he had res- opened his moulh, when he found bc was ' olved lo do .' No, Neither do I. Let losing his equilibrium. His hands were ¦ us wait. I'erhaps I 0 dreamed Ihat night uplifted, and as they camo dovvn, there ; after his head touched tbo pillow. Yes, were len fingers nnd thumbs—they could .he did. He imngined himselfin a great I e distinctly counied—sprawled out which ; desert. Thure was notn bird or flower; wn.a the only objectionable funturo in ibe I nota living green thing, cxccjit himself— posiiion ofthe model. If a half sinother- and the camel. Tbey lived on equal ed oath from his liji,', outward through the terms, Sometimos ho was astride the clinging mortar, we sincerely think it was I camel's hump, and then the camul wns a- repented of before it could be recorded "f^l^^^ ,,^j^^.^^„ ^^^^ ^,,^ j^^.^^^^y „f ^j,, I cross bis shoulders. The aniniul drank in the Uook of Books. Under the P''OU-' , |,jg.., ,. ' -" tho water, and then put out his lijis for   liar aggravating circumstances of the case ;     .| ^^^^ -^^^^ „^ j,,^ p^,,,, of observing ih
he was chuckling over il he ran into her lhe world yet stumbles on, guessing and beehive, and down went bees, hive, and | wondering, questions and replaying—ad- Mr. Tree's courage. 'I'll teaih you to in-1 vancing new theories and exploding old, sull an honesl lady, you vagabond,'she ; »nd yet whal a star really i«, no one can said, almost breathless. 1 cerlniniy explnin."
Scrambling  up, he  started  again, and '     '"The raorning stars .lang together;" reached  the aperture in the fence jusl in i d'<l'he silent wurld listen while tbey sung?
time to receive  ono jiurting thwack from 1 DiJ melody, such as mortals never made, j wished him : he is so  hard-mouthed  that
the  mop   in the bands of the aroused wi-j float  on  the  enraptured  air? tnd  were | Sampson used his jaw as a weapon of war
dow.    He did not stay his flight until his | 'hose mysteriously sweel  echoes caught | against the Phili.stines.    Whoa, you Close
not  his -lady Clare ?'    Matmioa's wanls ^^^.^.^^^^^ ^^^  between   them, bnrred nnd   l>y <">« l»"mnn ear ?    And could they sing i Communion Baptist; whoa !   Do you call
were satisfied by one cup of water, bul his   j^^^i^i^   j^^,j^j_    ^^^ ^j^^  j^^j  ^^   .^^^ ^^   logether, were they nol worlds filled with ' ™e an ass I excluimed the minister, jump-
of the poet occurred to him :
"Oh 1 woman, in our hours of case. Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, .\nd variable in tbe shade Bj the light quivering aapun made; When pnin and anguiah wring tho brow A minialeriug angel thou I" Whal wonder that these words did flash upon  his  mind I    Was woundud knight, even  Marmion, more in need of woman's aid than  he '    And  the widow, was sho
Pope I how beoutiful his trappings are !— his surplice and mitre ! Whoa, Sir ! whoa! And so he went on through the various de¬ nominations. When he was nearly ihro' an old Methodist gentleman, well knoivn in this place, oflered his services lo con¬ clude, which was readily accepted. He snid :—"Friends, I bane learned this mor¬ ning how lo dress horses, and as the broth¬ er has pased iwo of them, I will uke il upon myself to finish the work. Hero is an animal that is neither one thing ni^r the other. He is treacherous and uncer¬ tain ; you cannot trusl him: he'll kick his best friend for a controversy. Whoa ! Mule, whoa! See, brelherern, hovv he kicks. Whon ! you old Campbellite ! whoa ! Here, friends, is an animnl that is xo stubborn h« will not lel me in bis stall lo eat from his trough ; he is stubborn that he would  not go  where  a   prophet
pressing necessity well niiih exhausted the widow's litlle cistern, which, alas! unlike the 'cruiso of oil,' could be replenished on ly by the fickle clouds. The days of chi¬ valry are not gone ; the widow's unselfish, noble conducl says : 'No.' Buh ! he was soaring, suddenly ho dropped lotbis mun¬ dane sphere. 'This is a snug little home of yours, my dear .Mrs. McSlam,' said he. 'It is, 1 prize il a great deal,' rejoined tho widow, 'nnd I like your silualion al¬ most  ns  well.    But do you not ibink the
folluwing  him beyond tho boundary line; ''""¦"it'eiice, ligh land   beauty?    So  love j'"S "P =    Whoa ! rontinued his tormentor
we to think, as vve behold  them moving i "=*''im kick, whoa !    Hold him friends!
she knew the law. Keturning home, she appeared in two hours as fresh nnd capti¬ vating as ever. .Mr. Tree was not seen out-doors lora week.
Many days pass away. If you will no¬ lice tbe blinds upon .Mr. Tree's house on the southern si Ie, are nover oj.en ; and tho curtains at the window on the norlhern side of .Mrs McSlam's residence are close¬ ly drawn.    These lucts tell chapters.
above the joys and the sorrows of earth ; and ihough it may be bul the vageary of a speculative mind, yet lhe ihoughl is sweel and pleasant,
And those golden tvorlds, formed bythe pleasure of Our Faiher, may we  not   yet 1 ^°te inherit?    After the soul  hns laid   down ils perishable garment,  after  our beauty has dissolved and dust displaced the rem-
whoa! and thus the old genllemnn went on : the minister ranting menntiiue unti; he got oul of the church, The congrega¬ tion unanimously agreed that they hud ner¬ er seen an ass so completely 'curriod  be-
frice of Saecess.
Effort is the price of success in  etery
department of human action.    From at-
tainmcni of rudtmental knowledge to the
sulvntlon of the soul, every step in   prog-
JAcna Tree wasn queer man.    We use ' '''" ru'oishing man to suck or ki.ss, whicli   would il not Imvo been pardonable ?
the adjective "queer," in   this connection, I =" disgusted tbe  dreamcT thnt bo spu i becauae il is wurth a Fulslalf reginfnt of j ''''' companions face  and—awoke.    It i.s, its comjintriols.      Jacob Tree wns also an \ I'l'ilmP''. needless losay,tbnt .Mr. True bnd iiainnrriud mnn.      His native village   had j P''"t'il'"n, previous to retiring, very   liuar- ivoown it for yunrs.nnd the Widow McSlnm i '''>' "f oys or   pie, salad, cream, nnd their had been thinking uf it ever since she put on her weeds und   appeared at eburcb so becomingly, charmingly dressed, the Sun¬ day nfier the rattling of the grnvel njioii the cofTiii of her late lesser half, or third, Tiin- otliy McSlnm.
Bul then, us we hnve said, it was nose- tret thai Mr, Tree was nol married; the whole jlnguu of bis life lay in the little vvord "why." And this word, this uncon- 'jueruble, preverse "why," seemed lo hiin oninipresert—it was anywhere and evury- vvlii re. At church W'hunever he cnst his eyes towards tbe cosy, velvet cushioned pew, occupied solely by the widow, every r-3fu|ufs ringlet, every soflun'd fenluro ivun lhe last new bewitching frill on her i'a nty bonnet, soumed to nglu him, nnd ullur iui
Mrs.   Medium, ns  lios licon   snid, horror siruck sp-'ctnlor  of the   mishap.—
smiles of the blooming creature, wns more No answer. 'Vir. Tree.' \ enamored than ever and actually threw on I hur a glance, mingled with somelhing nkin I smirk ofself-satisfaction, softened and
sainu. 1 hnvo often vvifbed it vvay. llow similar are our ideas, tny dear .Mrs. iVIc- Sluiii I'    And ihn bachelor, whose temper-
liallying her souses nnd co.adjutors-in the   ^,^^„^ ^^„-   „,„„;„„ ^p u„jer ,!,« genial
shape of n mop and pail of water, she ca'
led "Mr- Tree accesaoriea.     lieside,  he  pullud  a very   again she screamed,'•are you hurl?" tight cork from a very dusty bollle, vvhich        'Yes,sir—inu'am—no—so—some—I—
was vury  distinctly   inarked-'Olard.'-    tha-lhank-ye,'  slnllered   iho vicliin ot   '^\^^^{^'^^^'^.^^^^^^'^^ \^^^^ We do nol mention this laat circumstanoe   loo  much   mortar, wbo was endeavoring,   j^^^ recent imprint in plaster, thinking il had anything to   du  wilh  Mr.   with but litlle success, in digging tbe Taw j     ,pg  ^.^^   ^^^   (|,i„|.  ,[,„, „ few young Tree's singula' drunm.    Far from it.    He   material'   from  his ears ; for his head had | (^^^.^ ^^^^jj ^^j (^ ,|,^.  ^^^.^^^y ^^^ i^„„^^, could nol have mistaken   lhe  contents  of   been submerged aa far hack as his coniba-. ^^     ^j-  ^^^ landscape !'asked the widow, this'very musty bottie,'for it wna definite-   iivenesf. |      ^^,^_  -ji^gy.,   face reddened a Iriflo ; ono
ly marked in. black nnd wbiiu, 'bust O-t- ! A son ol Erin-lhe only one the village i ^^^|j perceive the blood spreading ovur bia a r d.' II lhe reader supposes ulhurwise, boastcd-hupjiening by al that moment, ^ ^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^ ^^^ whitewash ; ht wns em- the supposition is nltogelher gratuitous on comprehending the 'fix.' saluted Mr.'rree, (j^^^^^^j^ ^^j m,„,.d to her as if he de- hia or her part. We have suid he awoke, ivilh a broadside. 'Bedad, thar's a Three The sun'Aas jiueping through the window wud the vvhole ov one side covered wid curtnins Arousing himself, ho shook off frost. Ocb I be jabers, and ils the biggisl the recollection ol his adveiiiure in the slicking plaster ever I saw.' dusert, and tvent out inlo tbo intrning nir. ; 'Begone, you impudent blackguard,' Th.e birds sung to hiin, the flowers held oul scroained the widow, in a trne of voice lo liim tbcir golJun palms; but his eye scarculy a key-note bulow thuniler. Put caught the   bobbing    up and  down  ol a   moved  on,   but turned jnst in season to a-
Act upon act ol biller h'siility pa.ssed ' "*"'^ °^ mortality, may nol tho freed spir- beiwuen the owners of these two cottages '"^'*'' '" ''"'"o"'*' yuuth, walk the lu¬ in tho villagu of Crabville ; uninlelligilile ' m'nous streets  of those very  orbs, won-. ,   , ,      .   . . - t   -nu   u
,       .      - ,  . i l^»rin„o,l.^,:„„ „„j 1'    '     .    <-i   11   ' Tcss IS msdo by undaunted trial.  The boy
lo  jia-ssers by,  but interpreted  by them-. "^'^'"S adoring, and worshipping ?    God's '' ¦'
selves to their fullest extent, and roeivud   ''""i'^ """^ ""' ""i"  «"".vsi nor His thoughts
accordingly. j as our thoughis, nnd tbere is   noihing  in-
Mrs.   McSlam   draws a charcoal sketch | oonsistunt with His good and   mnjesly   in
of a hgure floundering  iu a bed of mortar, ' ''"^ *"¦'''''' ''"" O""" kindred may inhabit tbe
' very stars thut ii,eet our gaze, although to
us they may seem too tangible   to   be the
abodes of rudeemed Spiriis.    Wbat glory
to explore those wonderful heights*--to re
and bungs it upon the branches of a tree in Inll sight of the biichulor's mansion.
lie retaliates by drawing two female forms. Cue is arrayed in gooiIlj'"garmuiil3 profusely flounced,v&c, tbeolher lean and long,   unstarched   und   uninviting.    Over
dr incs over bis book, a slave to listless laziness, thereby securing t,i himself a place 'he foot of society. The Chrislian, vvho, like Bunyan's Timorous Mistrust, flees at the voice of lioas, is undone. The man who shrinks from difficulty in his business or profession, who refuses to climb because the rock is sharp  and  the
vel in thuir splendors,  and   feul   that   no   ^^«y slt^^'-P. "'"s'>"«''« his  mind  lo  slide
back nnd lo be in the shadow below, while
suddenly descending sword will sever the .   ,., ..      lifn Irnm Hw.   e„,x„,„.„i  i„i.      IJ        .1     othcrs «se htm US B Stepping 81000 10 their
thuin these letlers nre boldly written,  <]j(.. i ""^ "<"" »'"-   renewed   body.    Here,  iho _,      , ,    .     .
•^ ' .... own rising,    ror this—-such is the con-
and
ploringly lhe dnggcr pointed interrogalion ,
.'Wh)?"    Evcry schoolboy whose niddy   '"•¦'"'i''»i'y'=''P   beyond ihe   fence  which , void a  brickbal  which the wralhy widow
face was upturned innocently lo his, eve y   separn'ed his premises from those   of the   hurled al bia cranium.
romping, laughing, sunny hearted girl, MO,-yl»)Vi .VIrs.    .McSlam.^  Hia bunn bunt a ^     'Come down here where the fence is bro
sc.'.nud to say, "Why? Jacob Tree, why ?
sired her to repent lhe question. Dul there was no smile on her lijis, no dancing spi¬ ril of mischief in her eye ; she was in ear¬ nest, he though..
'Wbicb do you j refer ?' he stammered.
'Which what ?' asked she, quietly.
'The sex, boy or girl,'he replied, fuel¬ ing as though his gaiters were slumping ill a quagmire.
'Good  gracious, sir, are  you  crazy ?
fore and after lhe flood.' j «°"' expands,  and the  heart
This warfare was at last carried bonealh ' "'"'"'^ "' 'he anticipation of some flouting tbe sncred roof of the church, For the wi-' P''^'''»"re. '1'"' as we cla.sji vanishes-thore , dow, upon opening her hymn book one | "'"^''"'" ""l feel the rapture of anticipa-1 Sabbnth morning, found the following sub- ¦ ''°"' ''"' sweeping over the full soul sbnU I lime elfusiou : I come the delights ihnt  sball nevur  grow'
'Oh I widows are variable,  treacherous things, t'"'"'     l''ach slup will reveal   new  glories,: Though thu htai'i's beat devoiion you bring . and as the Spiril soars exultio" in the pos-
AII tIie"loye thoypos.se.sa ia forfashiou au'I dies, j "'"''"' °' " ^""S "''"" '" he i"ointed with
They idolize cambrir, aud gingham. Corruption, think, if you can,   what exal-
Of course .Mr. Tree bad to fulher this leaf 1 'a'ion must accoiijpany tho thought. i
.Vliitiers reinaiiii d raihur quiet for a fevv ' You have suffered, wondering why lol days. Ominous quiut. The culm that , >'"" 'he way he wrapped in clouds, from j precedes the earthquake. ' those bonius of perfect felicity   you   may!
As Mr. Tree was complaoenlly seated j buliold this atoni in the universe, and see \ in  dressing gown and slippers in hi.s nrm-1'"'•'^''•'ry'rial passed, an angel  hand  lea
The sweot violut that he met, springing lonely by the roadside, in tbe glad spring- tiiiiu, seemed to him a companion, not be¬ cause ho was flower-like or slender—his nverage woiglit, reader, was two hundred pounds—but bo vvns alone, and the bnsy strenm of life flowed by bis door, as it went unconcernedly by the temple ofthe violet It is true, Mr Tree had a housekeeper, but ,-1 housekeeper ia no more a wife than is a }':"ii of wood a cheerful fire, or asuii-flow- pi a delicnie lilly.    Ask somebody, doubt-
To resume—this "vvhy," wn.s his evil spirit. It grow ano flourished more intense in its character, more phantom like in its visits lo his mind. Il had wings, thai were black, cold shadows ; they pul out his sun¬ light with iheir coldness, cramjied his ener. gles, weakened the backbone of his man¬ hood, and darkened the light of his even¬ ing £ re ; playing allthe while, the mnst fantastic tricks upon his imagination nnd
feelings.     The flamrs that flickered and j'^'''na"'f"' his heart boulked ench other iu  the old fashioned ¦ went pit a pat, now s
duuble quick timed    pit-a-pat,   his   thront   ken and permit me to he vvas fulli ay, full of the same old 'why ;'    McSlam, in a gentle lone
it clung to him as closely as the camel of   on her lip and the pall anu i..u,, =i.i. ,„ ..u,   ^^,^^  comjdutely dumbfoundud thu buchu his last night's dream.    However ho sue-   hand. , ,;^_    .,.|,^ ^lush that rnn  over hia fualures
ceeded in chokingildown, nnd the ghost; His was an elegant pliuht for a lover to ; ^^ ^|^.^ juncture could not be concealed by that had haunted him for years was al Inst: woo in. However, ho ihought any bar- 1 ^|^^. ,,.^,,^^„,,^^^^ atany other cosmetic. It defunct; nevur lo torture him again, unless ! gain we may be pleased to coinmence may there be such a thing as a ghost of a ghost. ! be   easily  cemented.    After  tbis  joke to
himself, wbich was a good sign, he moved down 10 the aperture in the fenco.
Mrs. McSlam began the task of scrub¬ bing the unfortunate in good earnest, and after a few moments of assiduous applica¬ tion her labor vvus partially rewarded. The task was finally completed ; at least, as well as circumstances would permit.
'A thousand thunks, my dear woman, a thousand   thanks;   how  kind,"  snid  thc
•Ip VOU'said .Mrs  ' ^^'''^  ''''  ^'"^   '"^"'""'''    What do you ^,,^,1^   o^,   (.vening, i  delicale   noto wns j'''"g VU up the   celestial   road.    And as
B of voice a smile   '"'"'''"''   ''""''^'"y ^'"•'•-¦'^'-'''   '^e widow, |,anded duly scented niid sealed.  Without i you biok upon the darkness here, the slips,
nd mm,   il'li in bi.r   "''"'"^ '''"  '"'1'"^'' o""P''s-'^'°" kindled 10 luT ,|,e  slightest suspicion of its contents, he   'he trials, the perplexities, Ibe dangers of
nu moji still in nor        1.....1., .1 i.f, 1...1 .1... i...„t.., .     * .      .*       . ' .,...,...,.. .."
Uo felt no terror in ajiproaching tbe fence, not he; his nerves were suddenly braced. Fuar—it was not now in his dictionary, unabridged or oiherwise.
Sure enough there was the widow, as he peeped over tbe fence, Inoking as bright as a queen bee, and chirplBg like u young robin. If her form looked lo bim rounder nnd more ethereal like ihlificver beforo; il she seemed at that moment like a  wild
crept up around bis eyebrows, belwecn the roots ol his hair, or wig ratber, down¬ ward under his cravat, into his bools, per¬ hnps. The widow blood her groond. her eyes had begun to flitsh. 'There were signs ofa storm,' as the almanac says.
'Were you no—not—spe—speaking of chi—children ?' stuttered he.    The blush
broke tbe seal and reud :
'Oh! man, woman bows to thee still,
And bails thee hur lord and innater ; But wbo would how down to a frtiitlcaa old tree, ihcriah ila imago—ii. plaater?*
first life, oh! what uuutteiable emo¬ tions of praise wdl ihrong your soul as tbe reflection comes with neivr, siveet er power, all these are gone  forever  and
Mr. Tree read iiover twice ; his lips j'orever, here are unending delights, here quivered a little, otherwise he was calm : ! "'''' <'° uncertain to-morrowa, no fearlul he then very quieily lit his cigar with the | separations, no mortal pangs. My corn- note and leaned back in his comfortable \ panions are angels, my food is the fruil of arm chair. 1 'h«'ree of life;   I cimnot  grow old, for
'i'hrue days  and months pass away.— ; 'i-'i'"" has no cycles hero.    Immortal joy Timu, which  heals   all ihings, may cure ' shall   create   immorlal  beauty, immorlal their hatred.    It is  possible that ihey may   yearning besatisfied with  immortal  love, shone out brighter und redder through the   become  reconciled   again,  at   no   distant i     The homes of tbo unguis.    Let this be wbiiewnsli—a grnnd  triumph  of nature   j^^.^    ^Vjio knows?    Lel  us  hopo  this i our reflection as we gnze up in those starry overart. \ „'^\[  jjg  but a summer cloud, that the fu-' worlds,    tienhem bucome familiar to  us
own rising
dilion of society— there is no help.    The
poet wrote truly who said —
"Thou nmst either soar or stooji. Full or triuuijib, stand or drop. Thou must either aorvuorguvoru, Must be slave or muat be sovereign, Muat in fact bc block or wedge, iiust be anvil or mast be sledge."
To shake off an indolent spirit, or stir one's self lo exertion, to reach constantly upward, to struggle with a firm foothold on the most slippery places, 10 tvrestle manfully, even when principalities and powers are our foes, to refuse submission to any evils however frowning, are condi¬ tions :ve musl either fulfil or sink to little¬ ness, to uselessness,—-perchance lo ruin. Therefore, with a brave heart and uncon¬ querable spirit, every man should address himsolf to the work of the day; striving with puro views and religious trust for an increase of his talent, and for a victory, which shall enable him to stnnd unabash¬ ed in the last day. He who strives need no failure. His triumph, though delayed for a lime, shall  come  al last. idverti-
B^TThe Philadelphia Inquirer lells a good story shout a young man and a sty¬ lish hokingsbop girl who went toa church to be married, a lew days since, in Ihat city. While waiting the arrival of lh» minister in the   porch, a lailor stepped up
rose, just opening and blushing intobloom, i bachelor, with  a sigh as deep nlmoat aa what business is il of ours ? W'e may sup-   ihe boUomless pit.
/lose it was owing tothe hazy inorning. or I     Mr.   Tree  began to think of the errand the fact that Mr. Tree had lefl his glasses ivhioh hud resulted  in the badicrous pre¬ ai home, on the left arm of his easy chair. ; dicamenl described.     He  began, even, to No doubt he thought he
ihougli hur heart was breaking up. Mr.  Tree   ivns perplexed, terrified ; b
ht he, a peg above I noUce the sparkle of the widow's eyes, and had heard of woman s tears, hysterica. , which at first only 1 tj,e Imle ruflled cap, which, like an ijixua '''''°"'' ">°'l"'l conditions of ihe liver, ner- wunir and  ibumjitd, ] fatnua had led him lo mount the slill unpar-   vous attacks, etc., and mto which of ihuse
Sreplacu, seemed lo make wry faces,   and poinl their fingers at him as he sal in his
nd thumped und thwack ., backward and for'vardlike tho pcnilulum of thu uld UuicI
lonely arm-chair ; and they, loo,  mute, it   clock that stood so firm in thecorner of his IS truo, bul none the less distinctly, traced
out on the wall the ominous ond dismal, 'Why t"    Il had no respect for his feel
room.
Mts. McSlam,"   he said nervously; his Ijjis twitching in spite of his leelh, his
ings—thai fire ; it had no reverence in its voice dying away in echo unheard, and of «oul,though he had buill il wilh his own , course, unanswered bythe lady, hands, and lont his own precious breath i "Mrs. McSlam," he ventured again— to kindle it into existence. It cracked and j This time the lub which he had mounted panied, .and flash«d. too human-like enjoy-'suddenly gave out, and .Mr. Jacob Tree ing its brief hour of mimicry ; il clapped | was precipitated unhnppily lo the ground ils red hands, spit and roared as ihough il I and a great deal quicker than accorded urouldtmwand burst the side of tho old, ] wiih his ideas of propriety, black chimney. '    .      - - I    Mrs. McSlam   had heard   his last  call
'fat
donablo tub. He ihought to himsulf, how would the little white hand look in mine ? and her chair oppoaite mine in the cosy corner?
'A—ahem I your flowers grow up finely Mrs. McSlam.'
'Do  you refer to  those  in the corner, sir?'
'1 Aoi
. to tho bridegroom and presented a bill for
¦'For mercy's sake whal  put that idoa :,ure  will  be  brigbler for it, since we re-! as  resting.jilaces  on tbe  way lo "eaven   j^.^ ^^^^j.^^^ ^^^j_    The bill musl be  paid nto your bead?   Children, oh !  children ' member  that'all things vvork together for   golden gates that open into the  streets  ot   a, once or the coal  rsturned    bul  as  the
ndeud ;• and the surpiised lady sobbed as; good.'    Selah.    thoNew .lerusniem.    Thus they   will   b*        j feTjow had not a  dolla'r beyond the
sionificniit in the highesi and holiest de-1 ^^j^j,,,,,, f^e, there was a brighl prospect gree and as we dwoll upon such thoughis, | ^j^^^ ,^^ ^^^^,j ^^ compelled to get married our minds must become [spirilualized, and I ;^ ^.^ ^^._.,  ^,^^^^^     ^ ^^-^^^ t„^„„
assimilate more and more to those oi the j    , , .. jr .1 .„,i ,i,„ ,„,„;„ „.,-.
I advanced the needful, ami Hie twain weta
'made one flesh.'    Hardly had the parlies
left the niter, when a stout course  woman
made her way up to the bride and presen-
^tates the widow was aboul to plunge h knew not.
redeemed who ivail for us beyond the rap¬ id Jordan. M. A. D.
HQM£3 Of THE ANGELS.
"Draw jour thoughts from this world so full of sorrows, this dark earth where. Thinking to pacify her, and ejitenuate [ throw the glitter of poesy over it as you tbe matter, ho asked, 'Did yotit nol .speak . wdl, i'i" corses every object, however be.'^.u- of ijoung Treea f' 'iful; where misery stalks by with its bleak
Mrs. IvicSlara answered not, she grew . face and Ican limbs; where sickness bealh- pnlo  as  a  blanket, leaned back uj.on the ' es in slifled chambers, and death rides on ' has recalled lo Alton  (111.) correspondenl fence, and cloaed her eyes. I overy  breeze; gaze   from tllis  jioinl of.onowhichwaspteachedinTennes.ee  by
The crisis has come,' said the aflirighl 'dashing  interests,  jealous  rivalries and , a Bapli,l  preacher.    When  dravjing to
A Oood Story. 1    ..     ,¦„,     x.       jj-      j      .oil
The Knickerbocker for April, just issued i '^i her bill for the wedding dress !    Tb.
friend again advanced the raoney, and Iha
has the following capital story :
"The Sermon in our February number
couple  departed.    Wa  call this geltiiig married unde: difEculties.
Those are cnrly cabbages, Dutch ; I am ' ed  wooer, and grasping the pail of waier   destroying hate, lo the calm stars that siand   the close, he  said : "Brelhering I am an
•* b) ' *' ora I ...ii _.i__A._r -   .u~    t,;™.k      Im^t a»   nni\ T must riirru tlin.«t»    hnrfinA n«.
hi-rh-
rnising them from seed brought home over   with which lhe lady had woshod bim down j in the blue ether, far, far over th
sea by my'late husband,'and as the widow ' he flooded  her from head to foot wilh the j est range  of ihought.    Uow   puro they
said this, the smallest, brightest tear imag- \ milky substance. 'ook in their unchanging brightness ? Man
inable, trembled in her upturned oye, and       As ice yield to the sun, starch succumbs   "s born, sorrows and drops  into the grave, .,,   .     ,   ,,,. . , .,     „ ,„,. . .j,^
trickled »m.,a,_it could not  trickle down I to water, and  the .tilT starched border of ¦ and they remnin pi.eid a, the bosom of a | soft as silk, bul he ll kiok tf you touch him
hostler, and I must curry those horses be¬ fore I leave. Here is the high blooded Episcopalian horse : ses what a high head he carries, and how bhick his coat is, and
OP"'Good mind to pinch you Sal,' said an awkward Jerseyman, on his visil lo hia ruslic flame. 'What do you want to pinei* me for, Zekiel ?' 'Golly, 'causa I lova you so.' 'Now, go long, Zeke, you great hateful ! I should think you might b» big enough to feal ridiculous."