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iiitiiili0tt " 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. —.oes~-_ liV 11. UK'II. 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."
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Title | Huntingdon Journal |
Masthead | The Huntingdon Journal |
Date | 1856-05-21 |
Month | 05 |
Day | 21 |
Year | 1856 |
Volume | 21 |
Issue | 21 |
Coverage | United States, Pennsylvania, Huntingdon County |
Description | The Anti-Masonic Huntingdon Journal was first published on the 25th of September, 1835. Under the direction of several owners and editors, the paper became the Huntingdon Journal and American in 1855 and then restored to the Huntingdon Journal in 1870. |
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Publisher | A.W. Benedict, T.H. Cremer, J. Clark, J.S. Stewart, S.L. Glasgow, W. Brewster, S.G. Whittaker, J.A. Nash, R. McDivitt, and J.R. Durborrow |
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Title | Huntingdon Journal |
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Date | 1856-05-21 |
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Day | 21 |
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Coverage | United States, Pennsylvania, Huntingdon County |
Description | The Anti-Masonic Huntingdon Journal was first published on the 25th of September, 1835. Under the direction of several owners and editors, the paper became the Huntingdon Journal and American in 1855 and then restored to the Huntingdon Journal in 1870. |
Subject | Huntingdon County Pennsylvania, Anti-Masonic, whig, Huntingdon County genealogy, Juniata River valley, early newspapers, advertising, politics, literature, morality, arts, sciences, agriculture, amusements, Standing Stone, primary sources. |
Rights | Public domain |
Publisher | A.W. Benedict, T.H. Cremer, J. Clark, J.S. Stewart, S.L. Glasgow, W. Brewster, S.G. Whittaker, J.A. Nash, R. McDivitt, and J.R. Durborrow |
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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.
—.oes~-_
liV 11. UK'II.
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' |
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