Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal

              THE PITTSTON GAZETTE, aid stsiirtn spi Shb icm joimai, )eiasjin{irr- (DFontrh to Drum, fifernfnre, fljt ftlmnntile, Mining, ftkcjianirnl, nnit %irnhirnl Mtmte nf tljt Cnnntrtj, Snstrnftion, teusmmt, 8r. )-Cmn Mb its Tftx. 51 Stfcrklij J wjjlOLE NUMBER 109. VOLUME 3.--NUMBER 5. PITTSTON, PENNA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1852. .ng Mad* fiuf imthrough, who must ba a son of old Godhead Putem. 'he following advioe to his /oingthroueh— ephew :—f #m rejoioed to are in good health, and ara ig businpss an joar owh aoheretofore remarked your commercial transactions in re engaged for th« benefit of feel confident that having your own boat, and started jok, you will still maintain hiuh weighs to greatly in my ng so nearly related to my. jrse my desire that you shall most complete success. You enterprising—two qualities, , littls or nothing can ba THE PITTSTON GAZETTE, | tage within a short walk of his new curai cv ; Cyril felt the Cjuiet content of a man : who has done his duty so far and has reason to look forward to a season ef tranquil, ity and happiness. Most joyful was he in having secured n home for his aged mother, and the two young and beautiful creatures who called hiin brother. But for him, these would have been thrown on the bittrr world in utter helplessness ; for a hundred years ago—the date of ourtale I —women were imperfectly educated, nor i held the same position in society w hich they now justly sustain, and it w as almost impossible (or a young female, plunged from affluence into poverty, to gain a live, lihood by any of the many ways through which un tiarried and unprotected women may in our days honorably and success, fully struggle against hard fortune. For this reavin, the high principled and a'Tecj tionate brother murmured not for a mn. Downingvllle Ratification at last. came the bloody and hot time at Charubiisco, and the King's Mill, and Chepultepec, and marching into the city of Mexico.— Those wore the battles, I s'pose, where Gen. Pierce fit like a lion, and became tho hero of the Mexican war. But which battle aid he chine the brightest in, and cut down most of tht enemy t" let him d-d-down, for I pp-presume he is hanuing there yet! " petting lazy, Jessie; but I have so many things to think about and to do." Martin Ti^ •on or gram through, givpg ... nephew, Jack Goin ■ a »- AND fitKBvhauiia Anthracite Journal " And that is the reason you have been so grave lately 1 Why, Cyril, I have hardly seen a smile on your face since— yes, ever since Hester Dimsdale came." Downjngville, Stnte of Maine, ) July 20, 1852. ] The professor handed over his h*t. ELEGANT EXTRACT. PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY G. M. RICHARTjk II. S. PHILLIPS Messrs. Gales 8 Seaton Washington, Unit of Congress The following is an extract of n beautiful and touching speech, delivered in the Calitornia Senate, by Mr. Soule, on the bill authorizing women to act as sole traders : Mv Dear N hear that you just commeno count. I havp shrewdness ir which you wC others, and I launched upoi on your own h a character w estimation. Be self, it is of cc meet with the intelligent ano without which achieved. " Is that tho grand era then," said her brother, forcing a long abs«nl laugh to his lips.' My Deer Old Friend*:—We've made out to ratify at last. but it was about as hard a job as it was for the Baltimore Convention to nominate.': And I'm afraid tlio worst op.'t ain't over yet ; for Uncle Josh, un shakes his hend Bad says to me in a low lone, so the rest shan't hear, "Between you and me, {Major, the 'lection Hill be a harder job still." I put great faiih in Uncle Joshua's feelins. He s a regular political weather-glass, and can always tell whether we are going to have it fair or foul a good ways ahead. So when he shakes his heud, i nateially look out lor a tuff spell of weather. When 1 (jot home from Baltimore, says I, "Well, Uncle Joshua, yon f;ot my letter in the Intelligencer, dilln't you 1 " And snys he, "yes." Oflu Wui siut *f Maiu Street, tteoncl Story of the " kang ULart" »/ Witter Cf- Wood. "The truth is," says I. "he got wounded at Contreras, and so wasn't able to take a part in them bloodv affairs of Cherubusco, and the King's mill, and Chepultepec." Tk» "Qitetts" u published every Friday, at Two Dolus* per annum. Two Doli.iss axd Firry Cunts wul be charged ii not paid within the year. Nu paper will be discontinued nnul all arrearages are pal... Aivortiiar.isnts or* inserted conspicuously nt Ome Ddi.ua per sonare of fourteen lines for thrcs ins-rtions, and TweNTY-rivK Cents addition*! for every subsequent insertion. A lib«ral deduction to those who advertise for six months *T the whole year. Job Wori.— We have connected with our establishment a well selected assortment of Job Tvrr, which will enable us to execute, in the neatest style, svery variety of printing. Being practical our«clvei, we enn afford to do wcrk on ha faasonablc terras as any ol li*r office i n the roantv. Ail letters and communications addressed to the Oazette mu«t be tost P4in, and endorsed by n responsible name, to receive attention. Jessie looked very wise. " Ah, I see how it is!" she answered in a sedate whisper, " I know what has come over the grave Cyril Dunvcrs—he loves some one!" " When I reflect upon iho conduct of many married men in California—their faithlessness to every vow which they made at the altar—how completely they fail in the performance of their duties— how virtuous and industrious, faithful and patient—women are imposed upon by worthless brutes of husbands, ns great tyrants at home as drunkards and debauchees abroad, my respect for the sex prompts me to do all within my power to protect her rights and secure her happiness. ..... . . . '. " 1 lovo woman, I have loved her all my life; through boy hood, youth, man. hood and maturer years. 1 expect to love her all my life, and dying, to be tound faithful to the same high and inspiring sen. tiinent. For amid all the vaiird scenes, temptations, struggles and hopes of existence, one stur, brighter than all others, has lighted and guided mo onward—if I have ever had any high and noble ambition, the exciting energy has been in the approving smile coming from the eye of women. And I judge her influence is thus upon others. Gentle in her affections, yet mighty through their influence—her medium of rule is as powerful as the ballot-box, und she only needs the protection of law against those who hnve no law in their habits and propensities. She has ruled me from my boyhood with the soft and winning influence of ht-r virtues and beauty. I remember my first love ; mv baby aft'eclions at four venrs of axe. I have been in lovo nearly every month of my life since —save the dark and rayless day* and years which have succeeded the desolate hearth, make the heart loo desolate. And never, sir, while I rememher my mother, lonir since in her grave—( remember the night when she died—never, while I recollect my sisters, and the abuses that might have been theirs—never, while I hold in memory one oiher—nnd her memory is all that is left mo—shall I refuse to give my voice and my influence and my vote for any measure necessary to protect and cherish the weaker and better portion of creation, agninst tho oppression, neglect or abuse of my own sex. 1 hope the bill may pass." "Then he tens in the battle of Contreras" said Uncle Joshua, "and that can't be disputed ?" "Yes. J love my mother, and you, my little torment!" interrupted tho young man quickly, as ho stooped over his kneeling sister and kissed her cheek so that his face was hidden from her view. "Oh, yes," says I, "he was certainly in the first part of it, when they were getting the battle ready; for there's where ho got wounded." • Hood," says Unclc Joshua ; "he was in one battle, and got wounded ; that's enough to make a handle of, anyhow. Whereabouts was his wound 1" " What! and not Frances too?" archly said the merry Jessie. Cyril turned toward the elder sister a look which needed no words; it »vas evi. dent lie loved her even more than he did the gny damsel of eighteen, who was ever the pet of th« family, Then ho took up his book and went silently into his own room. Thirty years ago 1 the same tempestuous to " ith, it is tri pair—1 knew thnt otl making the same vo\ square for some timenot take any of the which others availeC purposes of gain. B riches being the oh adopt their plan, or 1 in business. It is too think of acting on the esty is the best polio] doctrine—it won't ( century. Men must to their situations. T acknowledge but onr ance on every occsn. and pointed—embrucr " Skin f " launched my bark on sea. I had nothing e ; but I did not dears had succeeded in igp. I tried it on the -that is :o say, I did ittln advantage* of themselves, for the ut I soon found that, »ct in view, I must vould never succeed 'ate in the dnr to principle thafhott- '—it is an erroneous .1 in the nineteenth suit their con»cfencen \ey must know and rule for their guidon—that rule is short d in the one word, inont at his burden, hut . was thankful thnt his own head.earned salary, nnd the poor remnant of his mothers dowry, would suffice to keep hi* sisters, Frances nnd Jessie from suffering the bitterness of want. The summer passed lightly nnd pleasantly over the curate's little family.— There had been time enough to remove the shadow of death which had 0Vf.rwhe!m-| cd tlicm when ih'Jr father was taken awfiy. The sisters nnd brother wrrp nil voting, ami in yon ill life is so easily made i pleaasnt; even the void which death leaves is not eternal ; nnd now the sole to- I ken ot him who has-gone remained in the | mourning garb of the widowed mother, ■ which sho would never lay aside, snve fir the palrrynt* tf ckfiinl r( »t. Li " Well, didn't we do that business lip well ? " says I. "Well, he had several hurts," said 1.— "I believe in his foot and ancle, and other paris." "1 don't know about that," says Uncle Joshua, "I hove my doubts about it.'* "Riflo balls?" snid Uncle Joshua, very earnest. POETRY. The' Riy girl had touched a chord that vibnted fearfully in her brother's heart — Cyril did love, nnd loved passionately; nnd he knew it was all in vain ; for how could he hope to marry? Even had Lucy loved him—he never thought she did— but even had it so, how could he tear from his heart and home those dear ties without whioh cruel severance he could no' hope to lake a wife. The strife was very hitter in the youfig man's bosom.— Ho had been so happy with his mother and sister* ; and cow it seemed that they »tob I between him and th« pirl Im loved, s" that, without-sacrificing them, he could not hope to marry her! Sometimes he felt thankful that Lucy seetnC d, not to low him, or the ftrupglo would have Ijcen harder still. But then she regarded him kindly—ho might soon have gained her love had he dared, nnd her lather was u kind jjo'-d /nan, «ho would not oppose his child'* happiness. The poor Cyril fell at once from his pictured dream; ho thought of hi* deserted sisters, alone au I unprote jted by tli® shelter of a brother'Jrlove, knowing that ills income and his homo were now the rights of another, and they were deso. late, fie could net be the cause of this not even to win Lucv. "Why," savs. I, "don't you think tho nomination ot Gen. I'ierce will put the Democratic party on its legs again, and give it a lair sturt l" "What then—sword cuts? Or did the Mexicans slick their bayonet# into him V "Oh, no, nothine of that kind," says I AFTER MARBIAG2. THREE WEEKS AFTrR. "No, no } nothing of '.hat kind, either," Uncle Joshua looked up to mo kind of quizzical, and said tie, "It has gi'n the party a pretty couttideruble ot a start already, it come so unexpected." And then he sot as much ns two minutes drummin' hi* finger on the table, and didn't sny no- snyx I "Then it must be grape. or bombshells," said Uncle Joshua, "how was it 1" My •tenrcst, are you going oul f In.leeit, 'tis rcrj eoM, LH me. swt-tt ldvr. around yiur THin handkerchief enfojd. "No, no ; '[wasn't none ot them things'" says I ; '-the fact was, when they were ■kiriTiiisliing round, and getting ready (or liio battle, his horse lelldown witli him and lamed hi in very bad." Y.m Vn.i* hoi* nnsioua for ynir foallh My own dear Grorje, am 1; Oik loving kit* before we p irt, Ot'oiJ t»vo, «wert chuck, g»i*l tye. 1 - hen r And then lie looked up again, and says Major, who is General Pierce I li in't a ficticious nainp, i* it ?" '•Why, Uncle Joshua," savs I, "how you talk ! Il is Gen. Franklin Pierce, of New Hampshire." ihing 'ed Jc» ic .-.niD )il e 8 bird once mor be— Uncle Joshua colored a little, and sot and thought. Ai last he put on one of hit knowing looks, and says he, "Well, Mnjor, u wound is a wound, and we can make h handle nf it without being such fools a* to go into all the particulars of how he came by it. I say, let's go ahead and ratify General Pierce, and who knows but what we can make something out of this Mexican business." wan wild v ith joy at living in tlm Utniii fnl country ; aril in I iced Cyril from his bo.iks, ttiid Frances from her dimities in tbo village, where she and the rector's daughter were the good augels of the poor and needy. Lucy Morton had at first siyht liked the curate's oldest sister, and the liking soon became lovo. Not that they were similar in disposition, for that ftieri'l. ship dors not always require. Lue.v's nr. toro waa joyous ns a mnnv summer'* day, while Frances was like tho same day calm, serenei but sullies*. Her'* was the temperament over w liich sorrow never passes lightly, and she had one bitterness which her brother and »ister were spared. Frances had loved, deeply and truly, and her change of fortune had parted her from that love. She did not sink under the loss i but her smilr.s were let-* frequent, and more sad ; snd many of her companions used to say that France* Danver*, ct foor nnd twenty, looked like one certain to be :tu old maid. Occasionally you may find ono who, it his lolly, acts up to his vaunted p ineip'e, honesty. Whet is the consequence ? He remains poking and grovelling in the mud for a life-time, while evC ry day he beholds his neighbors, who are not so squeamish as himself, rearing thair palaces, and revelling in luxuries to him unknown. He may thought well of by a tew poor fellow* (dupes of honesty, like himself,} but tb» mnjority, having a different standard of excellence, will give him the oold shoulder and keep him jammed to the wall. Suoh a fate should never be mine, and, if I am at all acquainted with your spirit, it wil never be yours. I got along gradually a1 first. Ten per can* J —' 1 found it wouldn't oreasing and continu ty, thirty, forty, fif hundred percent. I had almost any qut. that ? Where 1 lost . t;ain two others. Some sugar ; they said it ' was a vile misrepre per cent was sand, i kind. Sand is who uablea;d to digestion tiibuting to the lief' by mixing sand wi knew it not, and the bear iho blame, of ncknow l'-dge my ngD liquor was half water f „ .. (uk! so nnurh the better for it. All partiei were benefited. Liquor, wo all know, it huritul—if, then, 1 weakened its strength, by adding a portion of that delightful beverage appropriated for the use of the whole human family, and made St less powerful for evil, I was undoubtedly entitled to commendation rather than abuse. At all events, I put cash in my pocket by the op. eration, and received their ourses'in a phi. losophical spirit that could not have been excelled by Socrates himself. So with oof. fee and tea—the fitst was half rocks, and the last composed almost entirely of sfoa leaves. You cannot conceive how I was villified—but what of that? I was miking money like dust—folks knew it, and I was outwardly respected accordingly, i was a rising man then, and have been ri«. ing ever since. TitiF.r vi ars Arrin Von'rfl s«ir.j put—why iJuii'l joti go 1 1 caneot li«!p the rain; Y.'O WtiilMu'i jrievo in» mightily "Gen. Franklin Pierce, of New Hamp shire, is it?" says he ; "Well, jiow. Maj'ir, are you sure the re is such a person, or did somebody play a hoax on the Baltimore Convention ?" To Ni'or eoiat tiaek n^'sin VmtireUu/-—I don't know rttu r, it i', What'll you want neat, I w.nJ. r ! llmi'l pintrr me tttwul your cold — Good to ll.unilcr I "Yes," says I, "Uncle, I'm as sure ol it as I am that there is such a person as Uncle Joshua Downing. To make all pure of it and no mistake, I came through New Hampshire, and went on to Concord, where thev say ho lived, and inquired all about it. The neighbors know liiir peifrotly well, and showed me the house he lives In. He wasn't at home, or I should have seen him myself, and got his promise to keep the Downingvillc post office for you. Hut you needn't be afraid but what you'll have it, for I sent a telegraphic despatch to him from Baltimore, as soon as he was nominated, to keep it for you." Well, Mr. Gales dc Seaton, the thing was done. We ratified on the 2lst of June, in the evening, and it was a tall piece of business. When I begun, I meant to give you a lull account of it, with some of the speeches and resolutions. Put I've made nr.y preamble so long that I can't do it in this letter. We had a grand torch light procession. Cousin Ephraim took his cart and oxen and went into the woods and got a whole load of pitch pine knots, and all the boys in Downingvjlle turned out and carried toiches. The school-house was illuminated with fifty candles. Uncle Josh, ua presided, as usual. Banners were hung around the room, giving (he names of all the great battles in Mexico, and the enthusiasm was immense. When we'd got about half through, and was just windtti up with three tremendous cheers for the •' Hero of Mexico," a message came to Uncle Joshua Irom the post office, stating that the telegraph had just brought the news that the Whig Convention nt Baltimore had nominated Gen. Scott for President. It gin the whole meeting the cold shtiggers in a minute. Uncle Joshua looked very serLus, and snys be, "Feller Democrats, to prevent any mistakes, I think you had better give them three last cheers over again, and put in the nnmo of General Pierce." So we did, and gin three rousin' cheers for General Franklin Pierce, of Nfw Hampshire, the Hero of Mexico. The Oalv Son. The tie v. Cyril Dative r« wj** iiliout to n«cvri'l hi* villngft pu'pil to preach his first •eriii'm. A loriniiuMe effirt »m thi« to the younii curate, liDr !D■■ was hardly six uint twenty, and of n studious sud retiring Cli-po»Uiutl. Hit Ktouii in the little vr*ti v while,the min who fulfilled the combined V»y and clerical du'iea of gardener to the rector, verier an) kcxoii, arranged hi* trow'u with ivr in -iti Du4 care. The tiny cracked looking-glass over the tiru.place r# rt -cted itie young olergytmin's face—fair and pleasant to look upo;fjD Imt now cliuojililg IVrtin red to p; le, like that ol a timid girl. The. la*t n r.if of trie simple, but sweet and solemn hynm, rebounded fiont within, warning tho curato that ho roust muster up nil hi* courage. A respectful " God be « ith you, sir V f rum the ol(f man, turned his thoughts from his own n.itural timidity to tho high and Ivdy duly ho had to perform; and the rounu curate walked from ih" vestry t i the pulpit, with a pale No wonder «-a« it that such an agonizing strife in his heart mode Cyril's face mournful, much as he strove to hide his feeling* from every eyo. But it was ter ribtc to have at times to struggle with the bitter ihoughts that would rise up against the innocent ones, who knew not how much he sacrificed lor their sakes ; and to be in the presence of her who had awakened this pa-si mate and fatal love, was almost more than the young mun could bear. He would have sunk under the conflict but that it did not last long. t. satisfied me then, bu 1o, so 1 commenced in. jd to increase. Twen /, and sometimes one atity ot-but what ol • one customer ( would oould not Use my vas all «Dnd, but this Mentation—only thirty nd that of the oleanest •some; it is an itrval. I was .actually conth of the silly beings, h my sugar ; but they .nanufcturer had to course, as I would not ney. They said my Citer ; well, so it wsa, The following good " yarn" was spun more than thirty years ago; but as many ol the old fashions are now among the choicest new ones, we do not see why an old joke should not pass muster—especially when really good: Bad News. Nevertheless, every one loved Miss Danver*, from the village children w hom she taught to sing—to the wonder and annoyance r.f tho rurul Orpheu«, a Macksmith, who was wont fo lead the church music, show ing forth his six feet height ami stentorian lungs in front of the artillery even to tho gnico rector himself, who invariably seemed pleased to see llie gentle and linly like.Frances as his daughter's companion. Together they visited the poor and sick, often meetinjr. in their round-;, with the cnlate himself, on w hum Here I we by the look of Uncle Joshua's eve that he begun lo get hold of some new ideas. Says he, "well Major, it's a facl then is it, that he was nominated it) real earnest, and 'twas no joke ?" " Well, Peter, what's the news !" " Nothing particular ; massa, cept Bob's lame." One day Hester Lonsdale came to announce her sudden departure, and Lucy was to return with her for a twelve month's visit to London ; and the two 'girls had come to hid an abrupt adieu at the cottage Frances was rather pained to see that lier sweet friend Lucy so .'iulo regreiled the parting. She ought lo have been more sad ; hut then she was so young and gay, and w as going to so many anticipated pleasures! When Lucy kissed Mrs. Danvers with a tearful adieu, Frances forgave her at once for looking so happy. Cyril saw nothing, felt noihing, except that Lucv was going, that his heart was riven with despairing love and that he must conceal it. " Well, Major," says "Uncle Joshua, "you've made out a belter case of it than 1 thought you could. I'm willing to take hold mid cee what we can do. But I doelaro I can't help laughing when 1 think it's General Franklin Pierce ol New Hampshire, thol we've got to ratify. I wish we knew something about him ;— something lhat we could make a little flusteration about, and wake up the Democracy."" Bob lame! What's the matter with Bob V " Me hurt himself trying to stop lie hor- ses, mnCsa." " Horses F what horses !" "Old mnssa's horses run away wid de carriage." r quiet and leitgious f«i ling befitting the time and place. face, i| be ,g h t, hut wiih devolved much of the pastoral duties of the parish, nnd w hnse gentle manners, and earnest hut unobtrusive zeal, endeared him every month more and more to the simple beings among whom his lot was cast. In this priiuative region 'here were few above iho rank of fanners, so thai the rector's daughter, while too gentle to despise her more uncuhivated neighbors, fell and expressed herself very happy in having found associates of her own ag", similar in station, education and pursuits to herself. " Horses run awav with the carriage.— What started them 7" " Cannon, massa." " What weu the firing for !"' " Toalurm de folks and make um come to put d»D firo out." "Fire! What fire?" As Cyril Otnvers began, bis voice trembled, for he thought much depended on this his first sermon, for on his talents and success hung tho hope, almost the means of subsistence, of a widowed mother and iwcf young staters; but as he proceeded, the sacrednes* of his la-k drove away all worldly thoughts, and he spoke with an earnest enihusiasm that went to the hearts of hi* fcimple hearers. Perhaps Cyril felt relieved that thev were chicfly ol the humble class, nnd that his own good, hut somewhat cold und stern superior, was absent f/oin his pew, whose only occupant was the Sector's daughiei, Lucy Morton. Wo fancy all Lucys must be lair, and gentle, and good, and Lucy Morton did not belie her name, so that tho young curate need have (eared no harah criticism from her. Ho waa too lately arrived in tho village even to know her by sight; but a passing glance at the rector's pew showed hi in a sweet face, lifted up with such pious and earnest attention, that it gave him courage ; and Cyril Danvers ended his first sermon, feeling tbat tho great effort of his life was over, and ovfcr well. "Good gracious Uncle Joshua," say* I, "have you been postmaster of Downingville this twenty years, and always reading the papers, and don't know that General Pierce was one of the heroes of the Mexican war 1" Downingville is wide awake, and will do her dutv in November. So I remain your old frier.Cl, Major Jack Downing "Your big new house burnt down." " My new house burnt down !" " He catch fire while we all gone to de fun'ral." At that Uncle Josliua hopped up out of his chair like a boy, and says he, '• Major, is that a fact I" Frances and her brother walked homo with them, in the twilight, across tho still meadows. Cyril felt as if dreaming. Tie only knew that Lucy's hand trembled on his arm, and that her downcast voice was sad as she spoko of her departure. One of the Mestnerisers. The frank hearted and unsophisticaling Lucy did not disguiso her love for Frances, nor the sincere pleasure she felt in tho society of Cyril. Her laugh was gayest, her sweet face brightest, when he was by ; until the student ceased to shut himself up with his book*, and his countenance wore a look of continual happiness, which gladdened his mother's heart. All the winter the four young people met almost every day; and it was only when the spring brought to the rectory a visitor, who took away a slight share of Lucy's society from them, thai the curate and his sister began lo think how dull their little parlor was without tho bright smile and cheerful voice of the rector's daughter. .V few years ago the following story was overheard in the cars on the road between Albany and Buffalo. Ono of the conversants was a mcsmeriser—a regular professor. Me wag dilating upon its rapid development—its astonishing cures of diseases —the extraordinary discoveries developed through its agency. Finally he got upon his superiority as a professor—a congenial theme—and here ho was at home. After narrating a variety of experiments—somo of them astounding, of course—ho spoke of the following, with a gusto that was irresistible. Said he— "Funorul! who's dead ?" "Your father dead, massa, 'cause he heard de bad news." " Yes," says I, "'tis a fact. You know Mr. Polk sent mo cut there as a privalo embassador to look after Gen. Scott and Mr. TriitU And Gen. Pierce was out there, and I know all about it, and about his getting wounded." "Are you sorry to leave us?" asked Cyril in earnest tones that mocked his attempts to conceal his feelings. " De Bank fail, massa, and he lose all do money." " What bad news !" "Good J" says Uncle Joshua, snapping his fingers ; "that's lucky ; then we:vegot something to go upon that the boys can hoorah ubou*. And if we don't have too strong a team agin up we may carry the day yet. Who do you think the other party will put up ?" " You rascal, why didn't you tell me all this bad news at once." You must Siitt in self defence. There are but two classes in the world—the Skinner and the Skinned. The former are wise men ; the latter are fools. If you do not skin you must assuredly be skinned —so you can make your choice. Pay no attentiou to derogatory remarks, but skin on. We nre no worse than the majority of business men. There is trickery in all trades and professions. Each is trying with might and main to get the advantage of the other. The lawyer, the  merchant, the woikman—all are on* an equality. Some ignorant people may call it swindling—but, poor soula! they know no better, and deserve to be bitten for their egregious ignoiance. They soon learn that the only way to keep from being bitten to death is to bite back. They make your sharpest biters, those who have been well torn. They bite all mankind ior what they think is not a circumstance with them! Lucy djd not speak, but one large tear fell on (he handful of bright flowers which Mrs. Danvers had for the last lime gathered for her favorite. •' Cause, mussa, I fraid it too much for you at once, so 1 tell you little at a time." Another moment, and Cyril would have forgotten all his resolves, nnd poured forth his impassioned love ; but Frances uncon. xciously turned round. Ho saw her pale, languid, though beautiful face, and the weakness was gone. The son and brother could not forsake his duty even for love. Legal Epigram.—The following squib was written by Richard Piters, the fiist reporter oftue Supreme Court of the United States, and has been preserved by John Adams in his diary. It was handed by Peters to Judge Williams, in Philadelphia, one day in court, while the Convention of 1774 was in session, as a reply to a question which the Judge had asked in plen. santry at dinner: "Well," says I, "it's pretty likely to be Mr. Webster or Mr. Fillmore, and they can't either of them hold a candle to Gen. Pierce." " Last week 1 was going through one of the streets of Rochester, and saw a person to whom I was anxious to speak. He walked loo fast for me to overtake him without running, so I just straightened out my arm, concentrated my will, and made a pass at him—thus—and he stopped quicker than lightning." Miss Hester Dimsdale, Lucy's guest, was one of those plain but attractive girl* who make tact, good sense and good nature atone for the want of beauty. She was very lively and open hearted, too much so, perhaps, for she had a way of telling unpleasant truths, and of making cutting remarks, which she called "speak, ing her mind," but which was often any thing but agreeable to the feelings of others. Her penetration discovered at once tho stato of things between her triend Lucy and the Danvers, and a few pointed words at once tore the veil from Cyril's eyes; he beheld his own heart, and while he saw he trembled. He walked to hi* lonely home through tho quiet meadows, that lay slecfing in »he Sabbath sunshine of June, with feelings of calm and thoughtful gladness, and thought of his future 'life with less doubt .and hopulesness than ho hud since the young collegian had been called home to his dying father, to have intrusted to his care the three helpless women, whose solo stay and «uccor in this world was the only aon, What a charm thero is often in the words "only son !" Sometimes it conjures up visions of petted childhood, unrestrained youth, heirship to broad lands, and every thing that undivided love and fortune can bestow. Put Cyril Danvers had to prove the darker side of the subject, when family cares, heavy enough for ripe manhood, overwhelm the youth of an only son, nho basso many dependent on him done, until nothing but love can make tho burthen lighter. However, the young man had borne and triumphed over many cares, and when at last, a few weeks after the Sunday with which our tale begins, he brought his mother and sisters to * small, but pretty cot- " Of course not," says Uncle Joshua, •'if he was the hero of the Mexican war. I 'spose it was Gen. Scott's part of'.he war that he was in, because that's whero you Which of the battles did he fight the bravest in, and mow down most of the Mexicans? Did he help storm that Gibraltar castle at Vera Cruz ?" When, after a passing silence, Lucy's voice betDide him sounded cheerful as ev. er, Cyril thought with stern joy that his love was unreturncd, and became calm onco more. As they parted ho looked with one fixed gaze of intense affection in her fuoe, half raised her hand to his lips, then relinquished it withont tie kiss, drew his sister's arm within his own, and returned homeward. "Wh-wh-why, mister, y-y-you can't call th-thot m-m-much of a tr-tr-trick, d-d-do you ? " 44 You ask ma why lawyors so much era increased, Though most of the country already are fleeced, Tho reason. I'm sure, la moat strikingly plain ; Though sheep sra oft sheared, yet the wool grow* again; And though Dou may think e'er eo odd of the matter, The oftener they sre fleeced, iho wool grows the better, Thus downy-chlnM boy*, as oft I have heard, By frequently sharing obtain a long beard." " No," says I, "that little matter was over before General Pierce got to Mexico."" Yes; sir, I rather flatter myself, sir, that it was a pretty strong demonstration." "W-w.well, it d-don't be-g-gin w-w-with w-what I once d-d-did." Truthful Sentiment.—There is no. thing in honor or tamo or worldly fortune, which is not vanity when the time of our death approaches—nothing real, nothing substantial—nolhing worth having, but the hope of God's pardon, and the consolation of His religion,—Henry Clay. For many weeks after Lucy departed, tho villngo became desolate indeed. So the curate's .sister felt and said ; Frances, with a quick-sighted earnestness, given by her olden love, watched her brother's every look. But he seemed calmer than usual, spoke of Lucy in his usual tone, read her frequent letters, and even sent some few kir.d messages in answer to hers.— The anxious sister was deceived. Concealment was impossible, to her own womanly nature; she fell satisfied that she had been mistaken, for CyrH never could thus have hidden his love. She knew not :he extent to which love can give strength of purpose. "Well, the great battle of Cerro Gordo come next, " said Onole Jotihua. "I dare say Gen. Pierce was foremost in marching up that bloody Bunker Hill and driving off Santa Anna and his fifteen thousand trooiia." "I'm sure he would have been foremost if he'd only been there," says I, "but he hadn't got into tho country yet, and Gen. Scott wouldn't wait for him. It seems as if Gen. Scott is always in a hurry when there is any fighting to do, and won't wait for nobody." "Well, the next great battle, if I remember tho newspapers right," said Unole Jn*hnii, "was fontrrrns ; nnr! alter that " Then you are familliar with the science, sir, 1 presume." "S-s some." It is perfectly safe, Your.eye teeth must bt ture out into deep water as I before intimated keep one and expect world. It is notbin always holding him dently his interest U have not already oomt discard it, I beg you to No merchant, with » fat—no such one ever I a*sert it with per •h8r f }**! b?t!* if you manage right *3lit before you veo. . As for conscience io business map can to succeed in I ho g but a dead weight, back, when it is ctvfjo forward. If you to the conclusion to Jo so, by all means, conscience, ever tela .sleeps well of nights, eet truth, when I say r when T ha'.'Q "Might I inquire what was the case you spoke of J " " Oh, ce-cer.certainly. Wh-why, you see, I h.happened to b-be up in B-batavia once, in the w-winter. Going d-down to the c cars, I saw a m-m-man, sh-shoveling off s-8-8now. P-pretty soon his f-f-foot slipped and d-d-down he came. When he w-was about half d-d-down I made a p.p.pass at him, and stopped him quicker than powder. I c-came off without think, ing any m more about It. If you are g-gojn(7 to B'ltuvia, f w.wi»h yon « ouM j just " are you so thoughtful, Cyril V ntked F ranees one evening after she had tot some minutes been watching her brother, who sat with a book in his hand, though evidently not reading. Jessie started up and looked over his shoulder. " Why he has been sitting here an hour, and has not even turned over the second page ! A pretty student is my elever brother becoming !'! said the laughing girl, shaking her curls in his face. Cyril locked confused. " I fear I nm Oir A Weslern editor thinks Hiram Powers, the sculptor, is a swindler, because ho chitefed an unfortunate Greek girl out of a block of marble. About Right.—Be not too ready to pronounce that you think a bad youth will ne. cersarily become a bad man. Yonder sturdy oak may have jjrown from an aoorfi tfcat ha'l b«*n by a '