Lancaster Examiner and Herald

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LANCASTm PA.. WEpESDAY, APRIL 14, 1869.
NO. 22
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PUBLISHED EVEEY -WliDMSDAT. At Bo. 4 Horth ftneen Street, Laaeaiter, r« TEBBIB-93.00 A TKAB OI ADTAHCE.
JNO. A. HIKSTAJfB i B. IC   KLINE, Eaitora and Prcjprletora.
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Wben he told me that he loved me, 'Twas the flowery time or May;
I put rosea In my ringleta, And went slnglnp; all the day—
Wheu he told me that ho loved mi^. In the pleasant month or May!
Slill he told me thathe loved mo In the summer time or June.
Wheu the roses blushed the redder, And the birds were all In lune—
And I blushed (becanso ho loved mo) Kcdder than the rose or Juno!
YesI because I knew ho lovod me, I went singing with the birds;
All the day I listened to him, AH tlie night I heard his words-
Dreamlnp nightly that ho loved mo, 1 was hUther than the birds!
BntI did not know I loved him, Till I round one summer day. That In saying how he loved me, Ho had wiled my heart away- Only saying how he loved me. Through tbo loug bright summer day!
Still he told me that he loved me
When tho roses radlng fall. And the birds hod all rorgotten
That sweet lune I've learned too woll— Knr I love him, and he loves me,
More than any words cau tell I
TJHDEIL SENTENCE OF DEATH.
It vras three o'elock ou o fine warm ufternoon iu the latter eml of April. Tlie garden at flie rear of the comforta¬ ble, whitewashed, thickly thatched cabiu was abundantly stocked with early cabbages and potatoes; every¬ thing bore the look of humble prospe- ri^-; from the blue smoke curling up from tbe freshly mude fire on the kit- <!hen hearth, to tho green meadows where the eows were lying, peacefully ruminating. A broad river, glistening in the sun's rays, rolled smoothly be¬ side tlie boundary wall of thcirpasture.
Yot Kato Moran stood at her fatlier's door, loolung sadly across the river to tlie mass of shipping, houses and spires wliich rose ou the otlier side.
" Mother, honey, I ean't keep my eyes off that dreadful place!" said she, turning as she spoke to an elderly wo¬ man wlio sat knitting on a bench near the fire.
" Muslia, acuslia, wlmt good'll that do veV" said sbe, rising and going to tlie*dooralso. "Come iu, now," put¬ ting her hand on lier daugliter's shoul¬ der caressingly.
" Oh, mother!   To think o' the poor
fellow bein'- " here .she fairly broko
down and burst into a wail of distress.
"Whisht now!" cried her mother. " Here's your feithcr comin,' and don't lot liim see ye e.ryiii'."
Kate rau hastily iulo a bedroom, as Uer father entered the kitchen.
" There's no chance fertile poor cray- thur, Pat?" asked his wife, as a broad- faced, good-liumored lookiugmun came forward and .sat down on the settee.
" Chance ?" said he, roughly, while his face clouded. " Sorry cbanco! He'll be hung, as sure as I've this pipe iu me hand."
" Lord, havo mercy on his sow], the eraythur!" moaned his wife.
"Oh, musha! amin," said her hus¬ band, sighing. " I'm goin' iu wud tho cowlt to tho fair to-morra, an' to see the last of bim. It's niver I thought to see poor Mick Welsh's son on a gal- lus!"
The sun waa setting over the oppo¬ site hill, whero the tall mauy-storied , liouscs rose in terraces and steep lanes, and was shedding the last beams ofhis radiance on the largo dark stone build¬ ing, wliich crowned the height. The red light seemed to ho concentrated on ono part of thc building, where there was an iron gateway, spiked aud dou¬ ble-locked. Far above iu tho dark massive walls was a smoll black door. And beneath this door and around this gateway, men were busy, putting up Htrong timber r.iilings ; whilo a crowd, talking and gesticulating, constantly pressed in among the workmen, and were driven back by officials in uni¬ form, aud a few soldiers.
Inside the massive walls, other work¬ men were busy, but the work was com¬ mon-place enough. Something was •wroug with the great main sewer of 'thejail. Masons and brlckiayers had heen laboMng for some hours; and now when the city clocks and bells were striking six, they were taking up their tools, putting on their coats, and leav¬ ing their work till next day.
'rhere were no rough jests among them. One man laughed as his com¬ panion slipped down into the slimy ditch whence they had emerged; but his merriment was cheeked by nn in¬ voluntary look from the others towards the far side of the yard, where a mon lu a felon's dress and with manacled h.nnds was walking slowly u{) and down.
" Lord have mercy on his sowl!" muttered au old mason, compassion¬ ately. " Poor Tim Welsh! As honest a boy afore he got into bad company, as iver a father reared."
Whether the prisoner had caught the sound of his uame or not, he raised his head and looked sadly toward tliem.
" Lord, help him!" said two or three ofthe men, "for makin' away with one poor sheep—what a rich man had plen¬ ty of!"
Au offleial came atross the yard to look at their day's work, and after ask¬ ing some questions, walked away, say¬ ing, " Come along now, the gate is open."
So, casting a backw.ird glance at the manacled prisoner, the men passed tbrough an arch into an inner court, whence the great doors opened them out lino the street.
The manacled man gazed after their retreating figures, with a sigh—almost ft groan—as he thought of their re¬ turn to their homes, free and happy from tUoir honest labor, while he—the "rap, rap, rap, tap, tap" of carpenters' hammers outside beat at the thought he could not dwell upon.
There was no ono with hira, no one near him, but a turnkoy pacing up and down an angle of tbe building; for in
those days there was far less vigilance tliaunow. Hewasnotconflnedtohlaoell on this, the last day ofhis life, but was permitted to walk about tbe quadran- Sles of the prison, apart trom theother criminabi, however, and securely hand- cufTed.
Bitter and despairing were his tlioughts. Ho thought of his gray- liaired widowed mother, of his stalwart young brothers, of the lads he had played ball with, of Katie Moran, whom he had danced with at the fair only two mouths ago. Mechanically he walked across the square to the place whero the bricklayers and ma¬ sons had been busy; thinking as he did so, half unconsciously, Iiow large the opening was, how long the great sewer was, and where it emptied itself. iSuddenly a thought occurred to him, making his palo, thin faco flush, and-j jiis fettered hauds tremble with eseite- ment. He turned sharply away lest he flhouUi excite suspicion, and loitered with his former heavy weary step to¬ ward tho doorway of tbe inner court-' yard.
" Goin' iu, aro you?" said the turn¬ key.
" Yes," replied the prisoner.
The offlclal stalked on before him in¬ to the adjoining square, then opening a door, pa-ssed through a long stone cor¬ ridor, aud stopping beforo a cell door, unlocked it. '" If you want anything, you can eall," he said, graciously, tJirongh tho trap door as he re-locked it.
" Thank yc," answered the condemn- ®,'*.H'*i': " "^« official had been better skilled m reading faces, he might have looked to the fastening of the cell door a Kttle moro carefully.
Tom Welsh had noticed that the bolt of the lock was very shaky, and he knew that a shaky bolt can be forced back.
It would not be dusk fora long while yet, but he .could not wait; the one chance-desperate—hopeless, as it seem¬ ed—must be quickly tried. While the turnkey's steps re-echoed In his hear¬ ing, he, Btlll fettered, unscrewed tho iron leg of his bedstead, and,- stealing forward, waited until he beard the great doors at the end of the corridor clash: then, putting the leg ofthe.biedr stead between the bolt and the walli be etrove with oil bis strength to foroe it back.' Bnt It resisted, and be dared not make a noise. . •    ' ,
In despair he replaced tbe leg, and sat down t» leeover breath. Soon, he heard another turnkey coming. He went to the cell door and called.
" Wbat is It ? What d'ye want ?"
" A dhrink of water,plase; I'mveiy .thiisty."      •¦'
When the turnkey hod brought in ¦tbe water, andretlred, Wetoh, wbo liad ieen .watching, the lock, saw thatj
though Kone to its place, it was not half asfitr gone as befbre. He drank the water to cool his burning mouth , ond parched throat, and seizing the J iron W aealn, listened as before until ' the d(»iB clashed, when, placing the instrument in the old plaoe, be—flrst gently shaking the bolt—gave it a vig¬ orous blow, the sonnd of which was lost in the noisy echoes from tbe shut¬ ting doors. The bolt 8hot<:haok, he' puUed the .< door open, and peered around; returning to bis bed, be re¬ placed the leg; and made up a bundle under the clothes, as well as he could, with the aid of the bolster; then, clos¬ ing the cell door softly after him, he ran lightly down the gallery to the door that opened Into the yard. The key was iu it^ he turued the key-, and glanc¬ ing around for the second time, shut It after lilm and darted across tbe arch¬ ed door-way, where a sentry paced.
How to get past this soldier was the question, while he trembled in mingled horror at the sound of the "rap-rap- rap," " rap, tap-tap," ooming freshly to his ears, and the thought of probable freedom, and more probable recapture. At this moment thesentry turned back on his beat, and the prisoner, crouching in the doorway, stole swiftly along by the wall to the opposite sideof theyard, and slunk in beside a buttress. The open sewer was on the same side, but further down. Trembling in every limb, he lay huddled up, not daring to move, lest he should attract attention, until the sentry turned for the third time. Then he fled along by the Avall, aud dropping into the sewer, crept into the darkness there.
" Safe for a while, anyhow, glory be to God I" he gasped.
But as the poor creature pushed his way onward, through the foul air, in a stooping position, with his fettered hands pushed out bofore him to feel his way, a deadly sickness came over him.- Still the faintly glimmering prospect of escape kept bim up.
Fortunately there were bnt few rats. Five or six times, he felt them biting at bis feet, from which his coarse stock¬ ings had lou£ been cut to pieces, and heard them squeaking (as they scram¬ bled up the dripping walls. " Will I ever smell a fresh breeze again. Lord help me!" he groaned. As he crawled along under the principal streets he could hear the carriages rolling over his head, and to one grating to wliich he came, he heard the words ofa song, chorused by some men near a public house. At length, after he had been more than eight hours on his way, he heard the rolling of the river, saw a iiiint gleam tbrough tbe pitchy dark¬ ness, felt a faint fresh breeze from the flowing tide. A few more steps—fall¬ ing in his eagerness—and the glimmer grew clearer, the breeze grew I're-sher, and he reached the river bank. Itwas just four o'clock, and tho clear solemn light of tlie dawn was ahed over the sleeping city; tbe gardens were fresh in early fruit and flowers; the noble river ripi)llng serenely on, and tho cottages, trees and meadows lay far on the other side. Very far ofl'tbey looked, and the river—cold, broad and deep, lay be¬ tween ; yet the undaunted fugitive, fettered, aching, sick, exhausted, mut¬ tered another prayer and plunged in. Tho cold water gave him temporary strength; keeping his eyes fixed on the vgoal of his hopes, he swam on, almost entirely by the movement of his legs and feet, as his hands were nearly use¬ less to hiin. But the bracing efiect of the cold shock -was soon followed by a distressing numbness. His utmost ef¬ forts barely sufficed to keep his head above water, and propel him slowly on¬ ward. Slower Olid fainter became uuch stroke, and a wave of the rislug tide rushed over his head, when with a gur¬ gling moan he made a last efibrt and his feet touched the bottom. He now stood upright, and slowly wadcdto the low muddy shore, where he sank down on the sedge and sea-pinks aud swoon¬ ed away.
" I must be stirrin' meself," said Pat Moran to his wife, about half-past forfr o'clock that morning. "I've a power to do. I've to take the cowlt to the fair, an' the turnip field to plow afore I go."
Just as the first beams of golden sun¬ light were resting on the cabin chim¬ neys, and on tho high buildings of the city hills opposite, he led his two hor¬ ses from their stable to the fleld by the river, where the plow lay, and having yoked them, he began turning up the furrows afresh.
"It'sa fine mornin'.glory be to God!" ho soliloquized, on'y fer the poor sowl that's to see tbo last of it. Musha! What's that? Woo, thin," he cried, suddenly catching sight of something which looked like a heap of muddy clothes. "Lordsave us!''' And with¬ out losing a moment, he ran down to where the unconscious man was lying foce downward, on the sedge.
Pat Moran's first Impulse was to run for help; his next to raise the body gently and drag it further up. The mo¬ tion aroused the poor, half-dead crea¬ ture.
"Who, in heaven's name, are ye, and what brought ye here?" inquired the farmer, looking in terror at the haud- cufls.
" I'm—ain't you Pat Moran?"
"Yes."
"Pat, ye knew me poor father, I'm Tim Welsh, tbe poor fellow that's tti be hanged to-day. AVon't ye thry and save me, foj& the love of God? I've eome througn the sewer. I'm all night ereepin' through it, and swam the river, and I'm 'most gone! Won't ye thry and save me, Pat Moran, and the Lord'll remember it to you and your children for iver."
"Tira Welsh! Lord be good to lue. What am I to do wud ye ? I'm done for, if you're found wud me, and how can I save ye? What am I to do? Sure'tisn't in the regard of saving that I wouldn't don good turn for ye, Tlm, but the counthry will be roused aftber ye, and wherc'lf I hide ye, or what'll I do at all ?" Thus groaued the farmer as he opened the little gate and led hira into the kitchen, where Eate was baking a griddle cake for breakfast.
"Father, honey! O lor! What's that I" she cried, as the tottering figure in the soaked,di8colored garments came into the cheerful light of the turf fire.
" Whisht, acushla! It's Tim Welsh," he whispered. Katesprangup from her knees, and her face grew white.
'' Kate, honey, what ore we to do with him ?" said her father, trembling, as he recounted the manner of Tim's escape.
" Hide him, father!" she cried, with oil a -woman's impulsive generosity. " The Lord pity you!" she added, burst- ingintotcarsatthesightof the wretched object before her.
" I'll do what I can, Tira. Give him a bit to ate, Katie. I'll spake to some one I can trust."
" Pat, me life's in your hands," broke in the fugitive.
" Never fear, avick. I'll do the beat I can for ye." He hurried away a few hundred yards to the house ot his laud- lord, a Protestant minister, knocked fu¬ riously at his front door, and was ad¬ mitted by a sleepy maid-servant.
" Something I want to spake to the mastbor about—I'm going to the fair this morning—tell him I'm in o great hurry, at ye please."
After a minute's delay, the gentle^ man appeared.
"Something very particular," said the farmer, in alow voice. "About that cow you were spaking to me, sir," he added, for tho maid-servant's benefit.
" Come into my study here, Moron," said the landlord.
" By your lave,slr, I'll shut the door," said Moran, Then walking ovor to the tablo he put his clasped hands upon it.
"Mlsther Baymoud, I can thrust you. I'm in a great hobble, sir, and I dunno what to do at all. Mlsther Boy- mond, you was always a kind friend, and a good friend, aud you'll not betray me ?   It's another man's saycret, and
yon must give me your word, sir, else I'd be Bfeared to let mortal man hear me."
"Moran, if yon think I can promise as a man and a Christian, I will. You may trust me, whatever it is," said Mr. Baymond.
Thus assured, the farmer unfolded his story, and begged his landlord's coun¬ sel.
"I hardly know how to advise you, Moran," said he, as soon as he could speak coherently in his astonishment. "Jhe poor feUow will be found out, I'm aftoid, In spite bf all yon can do, and yoa will gA tato great troable. Have his handcaffi filed oflT, at all events," he-went onVin a low tone. "Martin Leaiy yfiiX do it, and you cau trust him, and maybe tbe best you can do is to give the fugitive some of your old clothes, and aome food, and this." He took a guinea ftom a drawer, "Bury bis pris¬ on clothes caiefillly in the manure pit, and start him on flie road to Wexford. That Is al^ yon can do nfely, bnt be qdloki"
The farmer left the hoDSe and ran on
to tbe blacksmith's forge, where the smith and his son were getting to work. " Martin, I'm in a great hurry, going to the fair, ond I want ye to: run over wid something to out a chain, for me; 'twon'ttake you five minutes. •- Martin, you niver did a better day's work in your life if yon will come os fastasyere legs'llcarry ye!f He said this in an undertone whilethe son's back was tnmed, » and whisht for aU sabes !"he added, clenching bis hand and shaking itat the unconscious young Vulcou; then he rushed out, leaving the father grasping o bar of irou and starting after
The smith, with the freemasonry that exists among the Irish peasantry, per¬ ceived that there was secrecy and trou¬ ble in tbe way,and that bis good faith was relied on. He picked up some tools, muttered au excuse to liis sou, and fol¬ lowed hastily.
When Pat Moran reached home Ije was met at the door by Kate.
"Isiesofe?"
" Yes, fother, he's in the room otin o bit."
Her father went in, and going up to his strange guesf, said: "I'm going to do what I can for you, Tim." Then they all begau discussing eagerly the best way for the fugitive to take. • " But, Lord! Tbe whole counthry'll be roused after him I" broke in the far¬ mer, dejectedly, as they suggested vari¬ ous lonely bill-paths and cross-cuts. "Lord! they will root up the ground after him! I must thry though, I must thry. Heaven mend me! Aff I didn't lave the horses all this time, and niver," he ejaculoted, catching sight of his for¬ gotten team, who hod dragged the plow after them to the adjoining meadow, and were there.
A sudden thought struck him, and he hastily returned to the house with his face fiushed. As he entered the kitchen he ran against the smith, Martin Leary, who was staring about him.
"Martin, you're true and honest, I know, and you'd do o good turn ns soon OS any man I know," said Pat Morau, abruptly.
" There's me hand on it," returned the smith, bringing down his black fist ou the other's shoulder. In a few words he was told what was required of him, and also ofthe bright thought that hod just occurred to Pat Moran.
"Here! Let me at it," cried the smith, enthusiastically grasping his chisel and hammer. Thereupon the farmer led him into 'the littlo room, where Kate was administering hot tea and smoking griddle coke to the poor fellow, who ate and drank almost me¬ chanically, with his eyes flxed on the pretty, face and busy hands that minis¬ tered to him.
" Here, Tim's some one to do you a good turn. Hould out yonr bauds, me boy! Peggy," turning to his wife, who was devoutly groaning and telling hor beads iu a coruer, " go and get me ould clothes, and Kitty, run for that yellow clay in the kitclien garden! llun!" She did as she was bid, and wben she returned with the clny, she was desired to keep out of tbe room for a few mlu¬ utes.
"Mother, honey, what are they do¬ ing?" she inquired.
" Sorra bit o' mo knows, acushla. Only your father has some plan in his head! Oh! Kitty, agra, I'm thrimblin to think of the throuble he may be git¬ tin into. Och, Pat, houey, what are ye going to do at oU?" she cried, address¬ ing her husband, who come out of the bedroom, dressed in his best blue swal- low-tiiileil coat, corduroys, aud new graj- stockings.
" I'm going to sliow tbis ncw sarvint boy where he's to plo«-, aforo I go to the fair," said thofarmui-, witli a wink to the two women, who stared open- eyed at the chango of llio condemned man with the fatal ])rison garb dripping with mud and saud, and fettered wrists, intoa careless easy going looking yoiing laborer, in a suit of well-worn and patched freize and corduroy, dirty, and clayey, with lumps of clay sticking on his brogaiis; a rakish "caubeen" slouched over Iiis eyes, and a blaok "dliudoeii" between his lips.
" Now come ou! It is timo you were at your work; his uame's Maurice Blat- tery, Kate, :ind he's wud us this month back!"
"Oh, father, honey! Oh,Pat,acush¬ la!" cried the wife and daughter, with admiration. The young man, taking the pipe from Ills mouth, said solemnly, " May God foriver bless you, Pat Mor¬ an, an' you Mrs. Moran, an' you Kate, an' you Martin Leary," and he grasped their hands all round.
" Come, 'tis six o'clock," said the farmer. " You know where the plow is, Maurice Slattery. You've a new piece of iron to melt, Martin. And, Kate, you've to bury them clothes. Come, an' I'll show you where." Half an hour afterwards he was riding slowly to the fair on his young horse, which was to be sold, casting cautious glances backward at the fleld by the river, where he could see his horses plowing, and his new servant boy toiling quietly after them. Such confusion and ex¬ citement had not been knowu foryears in the old cathedral town. Police there were none in those days; but the whole garrison had turned out in search of the escaped felon. Groups of red-coats per¬ ambulated the streets, the roads leadiug to the country, and even the lanes and meadows. Hundreds of country folk, who had come in lo see the execution, also crowded the town. The throng ou the prison-hill was so dense that the farmer could scarcely proceed a step. They were all talking vociferously in Irish or' English, every one giving his or her version of the wonderful story. Some declared thatthe prisoner had not escaped, aud tliat It was a device of the authorities to conceal some foul ploy- When Pot Moron had elbowed his way with- great difficulty almost to the pris¬ on gates, he looked eagerly for the ob¬ jects of his search, some of Tim's own people, whom he discovered sitting ond standing together in an excited group..
"Pat JJoran, d'ye bleeve tbis?" said one of the men, hoarsely, clutching tbe farmer's coat. "D'yebleove that poor Tim has got out of their cursed thrap?"
" John Welsh, Tim did g6t out."
"Whist! Lord save us!" they all broke in with one voice.
" Tian't safe to say more. I'm thrim¬ blin that some o' them fellows wid the brass buttons will hear me," glancing toward the turnkey, dimly visible be¬ hind the iron grating; " but you, John Welsh, an' you, Mick Power, come wud H car to-uight to tbe cross-roads beyant the ferry, at 12 o'clock, au' there'll be a friend to see ye. Whisht, for your sowls!"
The prison warders wero not long In discovering by what means the captive had eifected his escape, aud from the opening the search was carried above- ground to themouth of the sower where it emptied itself into the river. A ven- tureaoiiie spirit even crept up a few ilozen yards of the black passage, but speedily retnrned, vowing tbat nothing could live half an hour in it. Never- theleas, they sought for footmarks on the river-brink ; but the friendly tide had been before them. Still, on tbe supposition that lie might have lived to reach the river and swim acroaa, a parly of prison officials ond soldiers were ferried over, aud marched in a body to Farmer Moran's house. Kate wos bijsy feeding ohlpkens, and her mother peeling potatoes, when they both caught sight of the gleam of scor- let and whlto crossbelts, and heard loud tones and footsteps.
" Lord, bo good and marciful to us evermore, aniiu! Protect aud save us!" muttered Peggy Moron, dropping the potato she was peeling, nnd turning with a faco of terror to her daughter, who whispered without turning her head:
" Mother, darlin', don't purtend any¬ thing, for all sakes. Chucky, chucky! Chuck, chuck, chuck!" she weut on, raisiug her voice gaily, as she scottered the food.
" Servant, Sir, she said, wiping her hands ond curtseying to a tall stout of¬ flcer, who strode up to the door, scat¬ tering the chickens by the clanking of his spurs and sword.
" Is this Farmer Moran's, my good girl?" ,
" Yes, Sir."
" Are you his daughter?"
" Yes, Sir, and this is my mother,"
"Where's your husband, Mrs, Mor¬ on ?" sold the officer, turning to the poor woman, who was endeavoring to look calm,       ^
" At the foir,^lr^-ob sure, 'tfsn'f got into any harm Pat has, sir?"      ,    ,
¦ "Wbat Mm should he giet.into- aboiit this runaway pqsoner yon mesn?' ¦ said the oScer, lading to startle Iier in¬ to some, admission,
; "Whatman,8U7"oriedKate. "Law, motherilioney! That's what the boy wasteUingnsI" ,    -
¦ "yfbStlKvr"add the offlcer, now bffhlBgaatd.   -   •        - i " A boj/, Sir-ob I a ra'al UtUe obtiprr
a Koasoon—run in here a wUle ago an' said the man that's to be hnng'a got ont an'run away—an sure we didn't bleeve him !" said Kate, with such an air of self-posaesslbn and innooent In- quisitiveness tbat tbe oflleer was com¬ pletely deceived," A boy had eome in as she bad'said; nUd,' told the wonder¬ ful story, so Bb6 spoke the truth in that part of hei: assertion.' - 'i. 't.'.i ! •; ^^ WeU, Mis, Moran," said the offlcer, "you've no objections to have your premises searched, I suppose? It Is suspected that the prisoner Is hidden somewhere about here."
"Musha, what put that into yere heads?" sold Peggy Moran, angrily. "Foith! it's somethln' elae we'd be thinkin' of, on' not meddlln' wud the low; but you're welcome tosarch away, Sir, as long aa ye like, only Its a quare thing to have an houest man's house sarcbed like a rogue's."
" I must do my duty," said the offi¬ cer.
" Snre the gintleman won't do us any hurt, mother," said Kote. "Please don't let-'em thrample the potatoes. Sir!" she called outas the men turned into the little gorden. Pat Moron's words were almost fulfilled, that the pursuers would root up the ground In search of the fugitive. Not a bush or a hollow about the ground, not a loft or 'cranny In the house or out-building but was thoroughly investigated. At last, with a sickening feeling of apprehen¬ sion, Kate saw the band disperse them¬ selves over the flelds, and three soldiers run across the plowed fleld to question the man who was plowing. Welsh's blood ran cold as he saw tbem coming; but recollecting that they did not know his face^ he glanced over his shoulder, and shouted in a feigned voice to the horses. The soldiers were young ond careless. They merely asked two or three questions in an Irrelevont way, staring np at the sky, and down at the clay, as ifthey expected to discover the prisoner transformed into a spirit of earth or oir. Then they ron off again; ond Welsh breathed freely until he spied six other soldiers advancing tow- ord him, with the offlcer in charge, and two others in dark frock coats with shining buttons and red collars.
'God help me! ,SureIcanonlydie!' he murmured.
' How long have you been plowing?' said tbe offlcer.
'Sence daybreak, sir. Woa! An' hard work I have had, every one run- nln' to me sence breakfast, axin' me did I see the man that ran away. Steady there!' The loborer sulkily keeping bis bock toward the prison warders.
' He Is supposed to hoVe swum the river,' said the officer; ' and if so, and you have been here since daybreak, he could not hove got over without you seeing him.'
' Sorra haporte I see, sure, if he did; an' he must be a brave swimmer to come across that river this time o'year; ain't tho wather like ice,' said the plow- boy, with on incredulous grin ; ' aure he might land down farther, it's a grad'a'al norarer, but anyhow I see nothin'. Conshuine ye, straight!' he growled at the horses, and bending double over the plow, furrowed on. The ofllcer called his men hurriedly back to tlie county road.
The long day drew to a closo, and when Kate came to call tho plowboy to bis supper, whispering that there was no one in but her father and mother, he felt as if he had lived a lifetime in tbe past twenty-four hours. The far¬ mer laughed heartily in telling some of the stories which were rife about tlie prisoner's disappearance. His body hod been picked np four miles down the river, his clothes had been found by a turnkey under abusli, and his hand- culls had been picked up—fileil half across-in a bog ten miles away.
'Faitli, I bureted loughin',' said Pat Moran, ' wlion I knew that Martin Leary had them weldedintolineh-pins, on' that Koty bad the clothes buried in last yeor's manure heap.'
So they chatted jileasantly and se¬ curely, while tbe rescued man sat silent from tliankfiilne.ss aud giatltude, only casting side looks at Kate and sighing heavily.
' Musha, man, don'tbesighin'!" cried the farmer, jocosely ; ' you'll bo kickin' up yer heels at your weddiu' in Amer- iky this time twelve month, plnae God!' 'No, Mlsther Moron, I'll never mar¬ ry any one in Ameriky,' answered Welsh. Kate got up to put on fresh fuel immediately.
¦ Oeh, never fear, you will,' replied the farmer, with good-natured obtuse- ness.
' Musha, Mlsther Moran, 'tisu't every man 'ud give his doughter to one like me,' said Welsh, in a low tone.
¦ Arrah, Tim, agra, who'd think the worse o' you for bavin' got into trouble and got out agin'?' pursued tho farmer.
' Ah,'tisn't eveiy one is likeyou,'sold Welsh sighing.
' Ob, sure no one will know anything in Amerioo, Tim; that's where you're goin,' I suppose?' said Mrs. Moran, grovely and coldly.
' Yes, mo'am,' onswered Welsh. ' I hope so.' The good woman was far more acute than her husband, and dis¬ liking the turn the conversation was taking, began to Introduce other topics; but with little success, as her husband grew sleepy and stupid. Kate sat quite silent, and Welsh was sad. Thus they sat until twelve had struck, aud then Welsh and the farmer rose, to walk on to the cross-roads, where the car was to be in readiness, with his relatives as convoy and body-guard. Welsh shook Mrs. Moran's bard hand, and kissed it In the fullness of his emotion, uttering broken words of gratitude and blessing. Then he turned to Kate, who was weep¬ ing silently; he strove to speak, but words failed him, and he grasped her hand passionately and turned away. " I'll shut the gate afther ye," said Kate, following them out into the dork- ness. So she did, ond Welsh deloyed a moment, helping her tu find tbe loop and staple, probably; though he strove to put a few hasty worda together, which had no reference to the gate.
"Keep up your heart, Kate, agra," he whispered; " I'll send ye o letther whim 1 get safe over, plase God I"
Welsh sailed for England in a small coasting vessel, and thence from Liver¬ pool, where he remained concealed for some weeks, until the ardor of the pur¬ suit after him had abated; he embark¬ ed on board a fast-sailing vessel—for there were no steamers in those days— for America. When he landed, he sought the home ofa relative wlio had been settled in the new couutry for some years, and, by industry uud strict honesty—for the dreadful leaaon taught him was not wasted—he very aoon be¬ came independent of hjs cousin, and liad his own snug liouae and thriving farm.
Ho wrote regularly to the Moraus; to the father flrat, then to the mother, and, lastly, to the daughter. When he bod amassed a little nioney he wrote again to the farmer, telling the aston¬ ished man liis hopes and wishes con¬ cerning Kate. Peggy Moran ouprily declared her husband to. have been blind all along—as there is no doubt he wa-s—but she positively refused to lis¬ ten for a moment to the iiudiicious suit¬ or. However, " time works wonder.a." Her violent opposition died away grad¬ ually, aud Kate waited patiently. At the end of five years, her father being then dead, shp and her mother deport¬ ed for the loud beyond tho sen.
This true story was related to the writer by o gray-haired widow, on Irish emigrant wlio had returned, after many yoars, from America, to die at home. Though her form was bent by thb weight of more than seventy years, her memory was clear and retentive, and lier voice trembled oud her dim bluo eyes sparkled, as of yore, with ex¬ citement in her recital of the perils un¬ dergone by Welsh, tbe lover of her youth, ond tho fond and faithful hus¬ band whose joys and sorrows she had shared for for^ years. And now she had come home to die in tho little cot- toge by tho river where sho had flrst known him, and where she had flrst succored him in the hour of his danger and distress. ' On'y it's a poor thing to think that I can't shore his grave in the churchyord where his people lie,' concluded the widow, sadly,' but bless God,, we'll soon meet again."—.4H tlie Year Round.
In a olass of little girls at school, the question was asked, " What is a fort ?" " A^pUice to.put men In," was the ready reply. "What is a fortress, then?" aaked j;}i0 teacher. Thla aeemed to puzzle, till one ot thp girla answered, "A place tP p|i(wpmen|n.'r ''     '^
A lover seea bla sweetheart in (every¬ thing be Itooks at, juat as a man, bitten by a mad dog, seea dog in his meat; dog in blsarink, dogs all aronnd him.
. Socratesbeliagaskedwhyheliadbalit , so amaU a ihouse, aaid; ','Small as it is, 1.1 wish I ooold fillitwith tmebiends.'!
lOVBi
U0£.
That love ia Ihft leading element of the highest bai«BneiB in marriage, that love, while It listi. covers a multitude of errors, privaUeBscmisfortunoa—even alna—I do not fmbt But the question is, Howfarblom.'trben nnaccompan- led by any oUife«|thei»nditipiis.wbioh I havii m.eiittbiffia^i t^U»ging.W a per¬ fect 'marriage, Itself a Juatlfloatlon of marriage? True, love works wonders: but it cannot prevent the physical and mental ailments which develop them¬ selves In people of feeble organisms. It cau not supply a lack of Intelligence, a wont of force,-in either husband or wife; and OS all housekeepers know, it can¬ not " moke the pot boil. " Love alone, when we consider its proverblol insto- billty, and the small chonce it has of surviving under bleak conditions, is certainly au insufficient capital npon which to commence the partnership of marriage. This is true of even the high¬ est and strongest love; how much more so of the hasty and passionate attach¬ ments which lead to so mony thousands ofmorrlages!
There is an inflnity of false sentiment obout the passion of love. While I would not cost a doubt upon the exist¬ ence of noble love, of devotion, and of passion which no sorrow or trial con tire, which Is even refined and strength¬ ened by suflTerlng, yet tlie value, the offlce, the very nature of love in our or¬ dinary life is greatly misunderstood. Love is the most exaggerated passion in literature. It holds, in our imagi¬ nation, a position which it does not hold in the life of one man or womon in a thousond. " Being the supreme passion of modern ort, " soys o recent writer, " it becomes necessary to sound high its praises. We should suppose, ifwe read only novels and poetry, that the one thing interesting in life is the relation of the sexes and the anxieties of pairing. Many young people aro so dizzy with love tbat they are unable to go on with the otlier interests of life. They cannot see men as they are, enga¬ ged in their doily work, pursuing their various ends ond living a multifarious life, of which love is but a single ele¬ ment." Our regard for the passion oversteps the healthy limit, and be¬ comes morbid; we judge ofit untruly; we ottend to its promptings with absurd expectotions; we teach ourselves that the passion is uncontrollable, and re¬ gard it as a kind of fate; and we glorify the supremacy of a firat love, as if the heart did not require a training as -rar- ied as the Intellect. Considering the widespread misery whicii our miscon¬ ceptions of love have wrought, wo might doubt whether this passion was not the greatest misfortune as well as the greotest blessing in tho world. We may conclude, iu spite of Clmiicer, thot Love's allegiance ia not the only thing needful lo make a peiinaiieiitly liapiiy marriage.—" To JUarrg, or Not to Marry f" in A2>ril Ualajri].
PTJBITAKTHANKSGiYING DANCE.
Whenever or whatever it was that the ideas of the sinfulness of dancing aro.se in Ncw Eugland, I know uot. It is a certain fact that at Old Town, at this time, the residence ofthe minister and his lady, wns not hold to bo in thc slightest degree iueoinpatlble with this amusement. We appeal to the memo¬ ry of many of our readera, if they or their parenta eould not recall a time in New England when in all the largo towns dancing assemblies used to be statedly held, at whicii the miiiisler oud his ladj", tlioiigli never uniting in the dance, always g-ive :iii approving attendance, and when all the decorous respectableoldc'liuielunenibei's brought their children and stayed tliciii.>ielves to watch an amusement in which they no longer actively partook.
No one looked on with amore placid and patronizing ainile, aa ono after an¬ other began joining the exorcise, which commencingfirat with theehildren and young people, crept gradually upward among the eldera. Uiielu Bill would insist on leading Aunt Lois, and the bright color rising to her thin cheeks, brought back a ihittering image ofwhat inight have been beauty in some fresh, early day. As to Uucle Eliadim, he jumped and frisked, and gyrated among tbe single sisters and maiden aunts, wliirliug them into the dauce, as if lie had beeu the little black gentlemau himself. With that true spiritof Chris¬ tian charity which marked all his act¬ ions, lie invariably chose the homeliest and most neglected for partners; and thus worthy Aunt Keziah, dear old soul, was for a time quite pioiiiinent by his attentions.
Of course, the dauces in those days were of a strictly moral nature. The very thought of one of the round dau- cesof modern times would havesentLa- dy Lathrop behind her big fan iu help¬ less confusiou', and exploded iuy grand¬ mother like a full charged arsenal of indignation. As it was, she stood with her broad, pleased face radiant with satlsfactiou, aa the wave of joyousne.as crept higher and higher around her till the elders, who stood keepiug time with their heads and feet, begaii to tell each other how they had danced witli their sweethearts in good old days gone by. And the elder women begaii to blush and bridle, and to boast of steps thot they could take in their youth, till the muaic finally aubdued them, and into the dance they went. " Well, well," quoth my grandmother, "tbey are all ot it so hearty, I don't see why I shouldn't try it myself;" aud into the Virginia reel she went, amid screams of laughter Jrom all the young¬ er members of the population. But I assure you my grandmother was not a woman to be laughed at, for whatever she onee set on foot she " put through " with a sturdy energy beflltiug a daugh¬ ter of the Puritans. " Why sholdn't I dance?" she said, when she arrived, red and resplendent, at the bottom of tbe set. "Didn't Mr. Despondency and Miss Muchafraid, and Mr. Eeody- to halt all dance together in the Pil¬ grim's Progress?" And the minister, in his ample, flowing wig, aud my lady, in her stifl' brocade, gave to my grand¬ mother a solemn twinkle of approba¬ tion. As nine o'clock struck, the whole scene dissolved and melted; for what well regulated village would think of carrying festivities beyond that hour? Aud so endedourThauksgivingat Old Town.—Jfrs. Slowe's wipublKlicd Novel,
WoRKiNO Girls.—Happy girla! who canuot love them? With cheeks like roses, bright eyes and elaalio step, how cheerfully they go to work. Our repu¬ tation for it, such girls will make ex¬ cellent wives. Blessed indeed will thoae men he who secure audi prizes. Con¬ trast those who do nothing but sigh oil day, and live to follow the fashions, who never earn the bread tbey eut, or the shoes they wear, and who are lan¬ guid and lazy from one week's end to another. Who but a simpleton and popinjay would prefer one of the latter if lie wore looking for a coinjianion ? Give us the working girls: they are wortll thoir weight in gold. You never see them mincing along or jumping a dozen feet lo steer clear of o spider or o fiy. They imvo no affection for silly airs, and trying to show ofl" to betler ad- v.antage, and you feel aa though you wero talking to a human being andnot to a painted automaton or u fallen an¬ gel.
If girls knew how sadly they missed while endeavoring to show ofT their delicate hands and unsoiled skin, and putting on a thousand airs, tbey would give worlds for the aituation of work- ing'l.idles who aro as far abovo them in intelligence. In houor, in everything, as thelieavens are above the earth.
Be wise, then, you who hove mode fools of yourselves through life. Turn over a new leaf ond begin, though late, to llveand act as human belngs,compau- ions to mortal man, nnd not playthings and dolls. In no other way can you bo happy, and subserve the designs of your existence. ^__^_____
An old clergymon, more distiuguish¬ ed for his piety tlian for tbe elegance of his oratorical delivery, once read aloud from hia pulpit a hymn, in which oc¬ curs tbis line:
" I,lle;a like a shadow, how it flies!" But, pausing in the middle of the word shadow, to take breoth, the venerable parson astonished bis hearers by what seemed to read—
" lilfo's like a, shad, oh how it flies."
A very polite and impressive gentle¬ man said to a youth in the street, "Boy, may I inquire where Bobinson's drug store is?'' " Certainly, sir " said the boy, very respectfully. '"Well, sir," said the gentleman , after waiting some tlme,"Where is it ?" "I have not the least idea, yer honor." said the urchin. There was another noy-who was ac¬ costed b.v an ancestic middle-aged lady with, "Boy, Iwant to go toDoverst"
,'fWeU, ma^wn," saidthe boy,   "Why
1 don't you go there?"
CHPBCH BHiM.
Comine In couples, Smiling so sweetly.
Up the long aisle 'rrlpplng so neatly.
Envying bonnets,.
Envying laces, Nodding at neighbors,
Peering In toces.
WjlsperlngsofUy, Heeding na aermon;
'\S'hat tUey go there ror Hard to determluo.
On all aronnd them
Oazlng benignly. Wholly nnconscious,
Blnglng divinely.
Prosy discoursing , Don't suit their whims; Plain they assemble Just ror the " hlins."
A STOET rOK THE IITTIE EOIKS.
OLD WONDER^OY'S FHIQHT.
My Dear Sister:-I will put that little story I am going to tell you right at the beginning, before Dorry and Bubby Short get back. I mean about W. B.'s getting scared. But don't you be scared, for after all 't was—np, I mean after all't wasn't—but wait and you'll know by and by, wheu I tell you. 'Twas one night when Dorry and I and some more fellows were a sitting here together, and we all of us heard some thick boots coming a hurrying np the stairs, and the door come o bonging open, and W. B. pitched in, just as pale as o sheet, and couldn't but just breathe. And he tried to speak, but couldn't, only one word ot once, and catching his breath between, just so,—" Shut—the —door!—Do!—Do!—shut—the door!" Theu we shut up the door, aud Bubby Short atood his back up againat it be¬ cause 't wouldn't quite latch, aud now I will tell you what it was that scared him. Not at the flrst of it, but I shall tell it just the same way wo found it out.
Says he, "I was making a box, and wheu I got it done 't wos dark, but I went to carry the carpenter's tools back to him, because I promised to. And going along," says he, "I thought I heard a fuuiiy noise behind me, but I didn't think very much about it, but I heard it ogain, ond I looked over my ahoulder, and I sow something white behind me, a chasing me. I went faster, and then that went foster. Then I went slower and then that went slower. And then I got scared and run as fast as I could, and looked over my shoulder and 'twas keeping up. But it didn't run with feet, nor witii lega, for then I ahouldn't 'o' been scared. But it came —'O, I don't know how it came, with¬ out anything to go on."
Dorry asked him, "HowdiditlooU?"
" O,—white. All over w^hite," says W. B.
"How big was it?"Bubby Shortask- ed him.
"O,—I   don't  know,"   says  W.  B.
First it looked about as big as a pigeon, but every time I looked round it seemed to grow bigger and bigger." ^
" Maybe't was a pigeon," saya Dorry.
Did it have any wings?"
" Not a wing," soys W. B.
" Maybe 't was a white cat," says Jlr. Augustus.
" O, pob, cat!" says "Vi. B.
" Or a poodle dog," says Benjie.
" Nonaeuse? poodle dog!" says W. B.
" Or a rabbit," says Bubby Short.
" O, go 'way with vour rabbit," soys W. B. "Didn't I teUyou ithadn'taiiy feet or legs to go with ?" , " Then how could itgo?" Jtr. Augii.s- tua asked bim.
" Tliat's tbe very thing," said W. B.
" Snakes do," aaid Bubby Short.
" But a siiako wouldu't look wliite," says Benjie.
" Without't WILS scared," aaya Dorry.
I said Iguessed I knew. Liko enough 't was a ghost of aomething.
" Ofwhat?" then they all .naked me.
I said like eimugli of a robin or aome kind of bird.
" That he'd stolen the eggs of," aaya Dorry.
"Oyes !"say301d Wonder Boy. "It's e.isy enough to laugh, in the light here, but I guess you'll 'a' been scared, seeing sometliing chasing you in the dark, and going up and down, and going tick, lick, tick, every time it touched grouud, and aometimea it touclied my side too."
" For gooiliiesa gracioua!" soys Dor¬ ry. " Cau't you tell what it seemed most like'?"
" I tell you it did,n'tseem moat like anything. It did n't run, nor walk, nor fly, nor creep, nor glide along. And when I got to the Great Elm-Tree, I cut round that tree, aud ran thia way, and that did too"
"Wliero ia itnow?" Dorry asked liim.
"O, don't!" says W^ B. "Don't open tlie door.   'Tia out thero."
" Come, fellers," Dorry said, "let's go find it!"
Benjie said, " let's take something to hititwith!" Audlie took on umbrella, audi took the bootjack, and Bubby Short took the towel horse, uud Mr. Augustus took a hoir-brusli, and Dorry took his boot with arm run down in it, aud flrst we opened the door a crack aud diiln't go out, but peeped out, but did n't seo anything there. Theu we went out a little waya, and then we dirt n'tsee anything. Aud pretty soon, going along towards the atairs, Bubby Shorl stepped on something. " What's that?" says he. And he jumped, and we all flung our things at it. "Hold the light!"   Dorry cried out.
Then W. B. brought out the light, and there was n't anything there but o carpenter's reel, with a chalk line wound up on it, and they picked it up aud began to wiud up, and when they eame to the eud of it—where do you suppose tlie other end was? In W. B.'s pocket! and his ball and some more things held it fast there, and that chalk line reel was what went bobbing up and down behind Old Wonder Boy every step he took,—bob, bob, bobbing up and down, for there was .a hitch in the line and it could n't unwind ony more, and the line under the door was why 't would n't latch, and O, but you ought to 've heard the fellers how they roared ! and Bubby Short rolled over on the fioor, and Dorry he tumbled heels over head on all the beds, and we all shouted and hurrahed so the other fellers come running in to aee what was up, and then theu the teachers came to see -who wns fiinging things rouud so up here, and to see what was the mat¬ ter, but there could n't anybody tell what the matter was for laughing, and W. B. lie looked so sheepish ! O, if t' waa n't gay! How do you like thia atory ? That part where it touched his siile was when that reel caught on something and ao jerked the atriiig aomo. Now I muat study my lesaon. Your atl'ectionate brother,
William Henky.
P. S.—When you send a box don't send very many clothea in It, but send goodies. I tell you things taste good when a feller's away from his folks. Dorry's father h.ad a picture taken of Dorry's little dog and sent it to him, and it looks just as uatural as some boys. Tell Aunt Phebe's iittle Tommy ho may sail my boat once. 'Tis put away up garret in that corner -where I keep thiugs, side of that great long- handled thing, graiidmother's warming pan. I nieaii- that liltle sloop boat I had wben I 'a a little feller.—Our Young Folks, for April.
TIIE MILI,EK\S TREASURE.
In the wonderful dayaof " onco upon a time," there lived a worthy miller. Now he waa a very worthy miller, in¬ deed ; and he had a very large family of sni.ill aud rosy boys anil girls. As you may suppose, he had to struggle with all his might oud main to keep his own head and .his wife's head and his ehildreii's respective noddles above water. Clatter, clatter, hum, hum, went the mlll all day long; yet, when Saturday nigbt come round, and the miller took from his earnings thia little amount for tbe butcher, ond that little aum for the shoemaker, there were but few, if ony, pence to lay by for a rainy day. In truth, the miller's purse was considerably lower thou the woter in his dam-and that Is saying a greot deal. Week after week he grew- more discouraged. Instead of the cheerful foce which he wos wont to show to bis neighbors, he turned to them a sour and—not to apeak harshly, but to give the miller his due-r-o repulsive ond ill- natured visage. Time went on, and matters grew from bad to worse.
One winter's evening, the miller sat by bla scanty flre, whicb be bugged aa if he were trying to keep the smoulder¬ ing embers from growing cold. The rest of th'e family had gone to.b'ed. He waafrownlng and moping aa naual. On hia breast bung his shaggy head, and it wos in tbat state of depression tbat it looked aa if it were about to tumble ttom bia ahonldeis into tbe ashes. Sud¬ denly he heard the patter of a light footstep outside tbe cottage. Alow knock fell npon tbe door.
" Come in," said the miller, in no welcome tones.
The door aprang open, and ih popped a fairy—a lovely; merry-eyed fairy! Of course the poor miller was astonished and bewildered. , Bo would, ypn or;I have been.
"Am I welcome. Master MiUer?" rang out tbe sweetest little'voioe in the
worlds.. >,,-, ;: ;,. •. f. .¦it..iri   ¦t.-'i '¦ iii '.
Now, the miller couldn't flnd it in his heart to say " no," and so hei bright¬ ened up, and in bis most polite manner said: "Yes, quite welcome, thank you.',
".Are you sure I am?" questionec the fairy.
"Why.yes," quoth the mlUer, "come closer to the Sre, won't you, and take a chair, for you must be coidroving about in auch pinching weather aa this ia."
"Ob,no," repUedthsfahy, " I'mnot cold, thank you, for yon see, we wee folks bave good warm hearts, and a warm beart goes a great way toward keeping the reat of the body warm, Master Miller. Besides, we are always contented, no matter what weather the seasons bring, and you know there's nothing like contentment to keep ono cheerful ond bappy.
" But you are aad and you are morose, Master Miller. I know the reason, and I have come to help you." The miller's dorkling frown changed into a glowing smile.
"You don't get on in the world. Master Miller. You are often discour¬ aged aud depressed by trifling difficul¬ ties. You often neglect your work, and then sigh and bemoan your fate, becouse yonr work neglects you. You have tried to make money too fast for your, own good; Now, turn over a new leaf, Master MiUer. I leove you this chest, wherein you will flnd a greot treasure."
The miller took the chest. It was not a very large one, but it looked to him as If it were bursting with golden guineas.
" Now hearken to me," said the fairy.
You are not t» open,this until your family are actually in need of bread to eat. Toil on In your mill. Be trustful and earnest. Drive away your ugly frowns, for they are exceedingly uube- comlngto thatmonlyfoceofyoura. Do as I bid you,on pain of my displeasure."
I tell you a fairy's displeasure is something awful.
The miller promised thot he would obey the folry In everything.
" Good night. Master Miller," chirped the fairy.
" Good night, and bless you a thous¬ and times!" cried the millor.
"But stay," said thofairy, as ahe was about to go, "I hove forgotten some¬ thing. I have one more injunction to leave you. After ten years have passed awoy-recollect, ten years from this very night—you have my fnll permis¬ sion to open the chest; that Is, provid¬ ed your poverty doea not force you to have recourse to my treasure before. Remember!" Tho fairysmiledarchly, and raised her finger warningly. The door (lew open, and away flew the fairy.
The iiiiller was tho happiest man iu the whoio kingdom. He danced with joy. He roused his good wife and his troop of cliildren, and told thera of his good fortn no. He never made any more complaints if things at tho mill went awry. He carried another face on his shoulders. He worked cheerfully. He sang the merriest songs; and ho was altogether the busiest and happiest man for miles around. He threw oil' his old habiLs, and becarae a new miller. Of courae he thrived! JIany a time he thought that be would like to tako a peep inlo the chest, but he was an hon¬ est miller, and he would have lost bis right luind sooner tliandlsobey the good fairy.
Ten yeara camo and wont, and fouud the mill still driving, and tho miller a portly man of wealth and importance.
On the evening of the tenth anniver¬ sary of tho fairy's viait, he ealleil his family around him and opened tho chest.
What do you auppo.se ho found in it?
Diamonds?   No.
Pearls?   No.
Rubies?   No.
Gold?   No.
You cau't guess. I'll toll ynu. The chest was empty! But engraved upon the inside was this gohlen word—C'om- tentmcnl!
This was thc miller's troasuro.-Our School Dag Visitor.
BEEVITIES.
Wbat is the dilference between a church organist aud the influenza? Ono stops the nose, and the other knows the stops.
At on ouctioii of miscellaneous arti¬ cles out of doors it began to spriukle, when a bystander advised tho auction¬ eer that the next article he had better put up should be on umbrella.
A well-known physician used to say thst roast beef, serenity of mind, cold water baths, and an amiable and pretty wife, would make almost any man healthy, wealthy and wise.
"I will consent to all you desire," said a facetious lady to her lover, " on condition that you give m'e what you hove not, what you never can, and yet what you cau give me." "What did she ask for ?   A husband.
Au old lady in New Jersey, having reod an accouut of the bursting of a grindstone in a manufacturing estab¬ lishment, became terribly alarmed lest a grindstone which was standing in her cellar should burst ond blow ^he house up.
A ruined debtor, having done his ut¬ most to satisfy his creditors, said to them: '' Gentlemen, I have been ex¬ tremely perplexed till now how to sat¬ isfy you; but, having used my utmost endeavors I shall leavo you to satisfy yourselves."
Soon after the May rlota in 1844, aome one was mentioning to E. D. Ingrabam, Esq., that an account of them had ap¬ peared in an Irish paper, which stated that the mayor hod addressed the mob without any effect. " That is a mis¬ take," said Ingrabam; "he got < brickbat in his stomach."
You say, Mr. Spingles, that Mr. Ja cocks was your tutor. Does the oourt understand that you received your ed¬ ucation from him ?" No, sir. By tutor I mean tbat he learned me to play on tho French horn; he taught rae to toot —hence I call him my tutor." "Ah! the court understood you dift'ereutly. Call the next witness."
From a dialogue reported In La Vie Parisieiine, itappears thatthe necessity of classifying French novela has at lost been recognized. A lody entering a cir¬ culating library asks for a novel. " I don't know how to tell you exactly the kind I want," she says. " Oh, I think we shall bo able to suit you. " I mean something lively," explains the intend¬ ing reader, "the sort of book that wou Id not be preclaely suitable for the library of a young girl." " Marie," cries the keeper of the book shop to her assistant, "novel for a womau of thirty-flve.""
Tho late Lord Clonmel, who never thought of demanding more than asliH- liDg lor an affidavit, used to bo well satisfied, provided It was a good one. In his time the Birmlnghamshillings wero current, and he used the following ex¬ traordinary precaution to avoid being Imposed upon, by taking a bod one: " 'You shall true answer mako to such questions as shall be demanded of you touchingthisalUdavit.sohelp youQod! Kias this book. Is this a good shilling 9 Are the contents of this affidavit true 7 Is this yout name and houd-writing ?"
The Rev. Zeb Twitchell was the most noted Methodist preacher in 'Vermont for shrewd and laughable sayings. In tbe pulpit be maintained a suitable gravity of man ond expression, but out of the pulpit he overuoweil with fun. Occasionally he would, if emergency seemed to require, introduce something queer for the sake of arousing tbe flag¬ ging attention.of bla. hearera.. Seeing that hia audience waa, getting sleepy, be paused in his discourse anddigreas- ed as followa: "Brethren, you havr en't any idea of tbe Bufferings of our mlaslonarlea In tbe new settlements on account ot the mosquitoes. The mos¬ quitoes In some of tbeae regiona are en¬ ormous. A great many of them would weigh a pound, and they will get on the logs and bark when the missiona¬ ries are going along.'* By tbla time all eyes and ears were open, and he pro^ ceeded to finish his discourse:' Tbe next day one of bis congregation, caUed bim to account for telling lies in the pulpit. "There never waa a moequito. that would weigh a pound," he aaid. "But I didn't say one of, :them .would weigh, a pound; I said a greatmany-^and I think about a million of them would." "Bot yoa said that they barked at the missionaries, as th^went along;"-^ "No,no,'briDther. X said tbejr would get on logs and bark."
IigQAL   H0TI0B8.
AliinarisiBATOBs' xoncE.
Eatate of Heny M. Eckert, late of In- _tercoarBe, Leacock twp., dec'd.     ,
LETTERS of administration on said o«tnta i?;^?iS?5?,«I"?,'«»'°'fc"''Sde?SiSlld!^
inarl3-0t-17 Administrators
ADBaKISTKATOBS* NOTICE
Estate of Wesley Taylor, late of Lea- cock township, deceased.
LETTERS of administration on said estat* having been gran tod to the nnderHlgned, au peraona Indebted thoretoare reqacBted tomake Immediate pigment, and those having claims ordemandaagainfltthesamewUIpreuentlbem forBettlemenc to the andersisned, residing in Bold townahlp.
AMOS LONGENECKER. LEWIS O. LYTE, mar 17-6t-18 Adml uiatrators.
ADaOlfflSTBATOBS' HOTICE.
Estate of John Hei;ahey, late of Salis- ,   *  bury township, deceased.
LETTERS of administration on said eatate having been granted to the nnderslgned, all persons Indebted thereto are requested to make Immediateaettlement.and those having clalmB or demands against tbe same will presentthem withontdelay ror settlement to tho undersigned.
JOHN M. HERSHEY. realdlng in Sallsbnry townsUlp, JOSEPH HERSHEY, mar g7-Ct*19 residing in Leacock twp.
AI>afUrXSTBATOB*S KOTICE.
Estate of Martin H. Kreider,  late of West Lainpeter township, dec'd,
LKiTSRS of odralnlatatlon on said estate hav¬ ing been granted to the nnderslgned. all persona indebted thereto are reqnes tedto make immediate payment, and those havlngclaims or demandsagolnstthesamewlllpresenttliem withont delayfor settlemeut to the andersign- od. JOHN MECABTNEY,
Peqnea township. ap3-6t20 AdmlnlBtrator.
AD3fIlVrSTBATORS* NOTICE.
Estate  of Martin Herr,   late of West
liampeter township, deceased. ~r ETTEBS of administration on said eatate J_i having been granted to the undersigned, all peraona lndebte<l thereto are requeated to make immediate payment, and those having claims or demands againat tho same will pre¬ sent them for settlement to tlie underslgued residing in sold township.
JOHN KENDIG.
GABRIEL WENGER, apllO-Qt*'21 Administrators.
AI>SniriBTBATOK*S KOTICE.
Estate of Lydla Elleberger, late of Ma-
 nor township, deceased.
T KITEBS of administration on said estate Xj having beeu granted to t)ie audersigned, all persona indebted thereto, aro requested to mako Immediate payment uud those having claimsor demandfiagalnst the name, will pre¬ sent them without delay for settlemont to tho underslguod, roHldlug lu said towuHhlp,
JACOB ELLEBERGER. ap7-6*0 Administrator.
EXECVTOU^S NOTICE.
Estate of William Hill, lato of the city ofLancaster, dec'd.
LETTERS  testamentary ou   said   estate huvlug beengruuted to th« iindenflguud.ull
perHonaludobted tlierelo arerequL-stod UjiuaKe linmediatesettlemeiit.und those havingclalms ordemandsusalnstthesume, will prc^iuut them without delay f.tr Hottleiaout to tho under¬ slguod, rc-sldiug In said city.
DAV11> HARTMAN, apr7-fit-21 Kxucutor.
EXECHTOKN* NOTICE.
Estate of Atiiiiu Doerstler (miller), hite of Manor twp., dec*d.
LETTERS tcstumeulary on rtiild estate hav¬ ing been granted ti> tho uuiloralgned, all poraoua Indebted thoretoare ro<iuostfd to make Immediate   settlemeut.   aud   thoso   liavlug olalma ordemandsagalnst the same, will pre- HOUttbem witiioutdeiay for settlemeut to the underslgued, residing lu suid township. HENRV 1-'. UERR. JOirN K. DOEIMTLEU, mar21-t)t*]  i:xei;uU)rs,
£XECUTOB*N NOTIO:.
Estate of ElJKabcth Hildebrand, late of Ephrata township, deceased.
LETrEli5i te-iLamonlary on tho citJiteofsnld deceuaod harlug boon grunted to the uu- dorHlqued, all porsoiiy luUelHi-d tiiorctw uro rcquust«d to make immediate paynit-nt, nml tiuJHO hating claims ordeiaandunguinsl tho samo will pre.sent ihcm for sotilemeut i<> tho undursiguod, residing In ICarl townslilp. WILLIAM 11. REAM. marl7-0t*-lS Executor.
AITDITOR'N NOTK'E.
Estate of Silas Omohundro, lato of tho
city of Richmond, Virginia, dec'd. riiHE undersigned Auditor, appointed l)y lho i.Urphaus' Court of Laucaster countv, Pa., lo distrlbntethe balance romainfng lu tho Imnd.s of W.Carpeutor, admlnlBtrator wltli thn will annexed of suid deceased, arlKlug fnita tho Hftle of roal estate owned by tho docodout lu tho State of Fcimsylvanla, toaud nmoug those legally entitled to the snme. will attend for that purpose on FRIDAY, tho ;JOth dny of APRIL, liJUi), at 2 o'clock, P. il.. In tho Library Room of tho Court Houso, in tho City of Lau¬ caster, where all persons interested lu said distribution may attend.
H. B. SWARR, mBr21-lt-l!) Auditor.
ASSIGNEES' NOTICE.
Assigned Eatate of Samuel Hess and
wife, of AVeat Lampeter townahip,
Lancaster county.
SAMUEL HES3 and wife of West Lampeter towushlp, having by deed of voluntary as¬ signment, dated February 27th, 3809, a^-tiiKned and transferred all their estato and cllects to tho imderslgncd.lor the beneilt oftho creditors of the said Samuol HesH, they therefore give notice to all persons indebted to said assignor, to make payment to tho undersigned without delay.and those having claims to presentthem to ROBERTA. EVANS.l  ._,^„„„
GEO. K. BEED,        'j-Assignees, mar 13-0t-17 Residing In Lancaster city.
IN TIIE COURT OF COMMON PliEAS OF IiANCASTER COUNTY.
TN tho matter of theappllcatlon oftho MARI- i ETTA BUILDING AlID LOAN ASSOCIA¬ TION.
March 27, IWH). Charter presented by H, M. North, esq., and the Court direct the same to be Hied, and notice to be given that If no suffi¬ cient reason Is shown to the contrary, the said clmrter wilt be gruuted atthe uert term ofsald Court, W. L. BEAR,
March 27,18G9. Prothonotary.
mar 31 31-20
NOTICE.
In the matter of the application of Oeorgo Batter, for license to keep taveru at Gap Lancaster county. April Sessions, 1809.
PUBLIC NOTICE is hereby given that depo¬ sitions of witnesses to be read in evidence in the hearing in support of said applloallon. will be taken before Joseph C. Walker, Esq.. a Justice of the Peaco, at his ofilce at Gap, Sal- isbnry twp., Lftncaater co.. on MONDAY, lhe 19th tlay of APRIL, 1859, between the hours of 9 A. M. and 4 p. M., of said dav apUO ld-2i GEORGE BUTTER.
DX8SOI.1JTION OF PARTNEBSHIP.
THE subscribers, carrying on tho Milling businesa at Point Mlll, under thenameof Miller A Nolt, did, on tho 1st lust., dissolve partnership by mutual consont. We would reapectfuUy request all persons Indebted to the latc flrm to make payment withont delay to either of the subscribers, and all persons having claims agalnstthem to present Uiem for payment, as wo are desirous to settle up the Dooka of tho late flrm as soon as practica¬ ble. The buslnoss will hereaner be carried on by J. B. Nolt. JOHN MILLER,
J. B. NOLT. April Sth. 18S9. ap7-3t 21
COURT PROCIiAMATION.
'TTTnEREAS.thoHonoraDioHENRY Q. LONG, J V PreBident, and Honorable Alexander L. Kayes aud John J. LiBHAKT. Associato Judges of the Conrt of Common pleas In and for Uie County of Lancaster, aud Asahitant Jnstlces of tbei Conrtsof Oyornnd Terminer and Genenil Jail Delivery aud Quarter Sosslonsof the Pence in aud for the County of I*ancuater, havo Is¬ sued their Precept, tomo directed, refmlriug mo. amongother tilings, to make public Procla¬ mation throughout my bailiwick. thataCourt ofOyer andTermlnorand a genonil Jail delive¬ ry, also a Court of General Q,uarter Sessions of the Foaco and Jail dcUvorj-, will commench In the t^ourt House In theClty of Lancaster, In tho Commonuealtli ofPennsylvania—
ON THE THIRD MONDAY IN APllTL, (THE IOTH), xm. In purananco of which precept PtmLic Notice isitEURsy uiVfiN to thoMayoraud A-ldcrmeu ofthe City of Lauca-ster, In tho said Cuunty, and all tho Justices of the Peace, the Corouer aud LonsLables, of the said City aud Couuty of Lanoaster, that they be theu aud therein tlielr owu proper persons with their rolla, reconis aud examinations, and Inquisitions, aud thrir otber remembrances, to do those thiuRH which to thoir oflicea appertain, lu their behalf to be done; and also all tboso who will pro.'^ccute against the nrlsimers whouro.or then shnll be In the Jail of tbo said Connty of Lnnrxslcr nre to be then aud thero to prusucuto iigniustthem a^ sliali beJn.'A.
Dated uL Lancaster, the Sid dny of Mnrch. ISOU. JACOU F. FREV. MUerlir,
mar2j  td 19
KOOFINO SI^TE.
PRICES REDUCED TO SUIT THE TIMES.
THB undersigned has constantly on hand a full supply of liancaster and York county ROOFING SLATE ofthe BEST QUALITIES Which ho is soiling at roducofl prli;cs, nud which will bo put on by the snuare, or sohl by the ton, on the moBt reasonable terms. Also, constantly on band, an extra light IVucli Hot- tom Slate, intouded for Slating ou ahiugled Boofs.
Having in my employ tho bostSlators In the markotr-ati work will be warranted to be exe¬ cuted in the best manner. As these qualltlH) OfSlate are the hest in the market. Builders and othera will Audit to.tlioIriutcreBt t<icall and eraralne nt my Agricultural &Seed Wam- ioomB,No.28,En8tKlnKSt., two doors wewt ot the Oourt House. GEO. D. SPREUUKB.
: -aaLWo havo alsolho AZBESTOS ROOFINO, Intended for flat roofa. or where slate or shin¬ gles cannot be used. It Is far superior to Plas¬ tic or Gravel Rooflng. Iaul-'6*-tl
' WESTWARD THE STAR  OF   EMPIRE
TAKES ITS WAY!
WESTEB2V JLABTD AOENCIT.
T AND in Illinois. Missouri, Iowa, Kanaaa, Ij Nebroska, Minnesota and Wisconsin, bought and sold; Land Warrants, located; Taxes paid; Money loaned on Land Security at Weatem Tftlee. 50,000 Aeresof the beet Tim¬ ber and Prairie Fanning Land for aale in small or large traots, ft-om two dollara per acre nmrarda.   Ea^ terms.
FIKST MOaTGAGEa amply secnred vn Im¬ proved forms; interest 10 per cent., aa author¬ ized by law, for sale In sums of SI.OOO np to 13),- 000; Intereat paid In advance, and collected withont charge. DAVID G. SWARTZ,
78 North Duke Street, ¦ hiarlO-2mM7 Loncaaior. Pa.
WAKTED
BY a flnrt-claw UFE INSURANCE COMPA¬ NY, General and Local Agents tor thla and ¦arroimdlng counties. The dividend of tbis Oompasy:InJaonAi7wai60percent.- Among Itflfeatoresare: 80daya*grace In paymentof premlomta; annnaldlvldends; all policies non¬ forfeitable ;do«a not limit tiavel,.. . Addren with references
Imorance, P. O. Box 1874, mor ia-lxn-17 PHILADELPHIA, PX,
Ofllci
PBOlBS'SrpMAl,.
.   . ATTOKNEr AT LAW.
Ifflce with N. EUmaKer, esq., North Onke-at., Lancaster.Pa. ¦    deo e-<l;n«-4
TV   P. ItOgESMIJ.Elt, JB..     ^
iJ. ATTOTNEY AT LAW.
Offloe-With A. Herr SmlUi, esq., Bootb Uneen
-prO-.F.BEA,
U           ¦                    ATTORNIEY ATLAW.' Offlce with O.J. Dlokey, esq., Na. 218, Queen street, Lancaster, Pa. 44-tf
iJ.                          ATTORNEY AT LAW, Hi) removed his offlce to No. 08 Eaat Klni-8t. ._apl 15 ly:'aie23
CUOX p. EBT,
S,„. „,.^ ^   „ ATTOBNEY AT LAW.
Poke St., Laneajiter. Pa.
1     J. BANSEBSOir,
A. attobJjey at law.
Office with W. W. Brown, Esq., No. 2I, North Pake street, Lancaster. Pa. jan le.ly-9
F ¦   ¦ ATTOBNEY AT LAW,
Offlce In Widmyer's Kow, No. 4 Sonth Duke St., Lancaster, Pa. Fenalons and Bonnty Claims promptly attended lo.      . (Jy 10-tf So '6e
¦p   W.SHE5K,
Xt.                        ATTORNEY AT LAW, Offlce with O.J.Dickey, South Queen street Lancaster.Pa.  JJy 21'65-tf
O AKDEL H. PBICE,
O                            A'rrORNEY AT LAW, Offlce m Sonth Dnke street, 3 doors below the Farmers' Bank, opposite Lutheran Chnrch. Janl 'SS-U .
W ATTOBNEY-AT-LAW.
Ephrata, I.ano«Bter County, Pa., betweeu ths Railroad and Ephrata Mountain Springs.
Jan 17- 'ly-»
Tk/TABTIN M. BUTT,
JM.       ,,       „    ATTORNEY ATLAW. Offlce of Inte Hon. T. Stevens, No. 26 South ftneeu street, Lancaster, Pa. dec»-tf-4
npnOKAS E. FRANKUN,
1 ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Has removed his offlce to that lately occupied by Wm. Car^nter. eEK].,Jn East Orange street, '
opposite the'Qermttn fietormed'Chnrcl Lancastor. Dec. 18,' '
em-e
-pMXJM FBAITKT.ITV.
£j ATTORNEY AT LAW, Hasremoved his offlce to North Dnke atreet, directly opposite the eastern door of the Court House, Lancaster, Fa. All professional busi¬ ness entrusted to his care will meet with prompt attention. deoe-tf-8
K, ATTORNEY AT LAW,
No. 8 Honth Doke sU, Lancaster. Special at¬ tention paid to procnrtng or opposing dlscharu- es of debtors In bankruptcy, proofand present¬ ation of olaims, renderluK professional assis¬ tance to assignees, and all businesa In short connected with proceo'dlnga lu volnntary or Involuntary bankruptcy, whether before the Re^ster or the United Btates Courts. Parties intendlnptotako the beneat of the law will usually nnd It advantageous to have a prelim • Inarv consultation. Junll>-tf-3J
AUCTIOKEEBINe. BENJAMIN F. ROWB respcctfblly Informs the public that he wlJl at¬ tend to Crying Sales of roal and personal prop¬ erty in auy partof thecounty.
Tuose wisliing his services are rcnuested to apply to GERARDUS CLARKSON. Esq., at the Protbonotary's Ofllce, who will prompUy at¬ tend to the matter.
Letters addressed to me at Smlthvllle F.O. Lancaster conntv. will be promptly attendedto
IjEB,
t ANI>{
JOHN :h. zsxij' SURVEYOR AND CONVEYANCER, Iso gives partienlar attention toclerklugsales ofreal aud peraonal property at auy distance within tbe county.
Offlce in Springville, Hount Joy townsbip Lancastercounty, Address Spring Garden. Pa
ACOTIONEEBINO.
THE subscriber is prepared tocry sales of Real or Personal Property on reasonable terms.  Apply to or address—
8.W.K0WE.  Lancaster Pa
BOOKS.   STATIONERY. &C.
REMOVAL.
J. n. SHEAFFER,
Boekscllcr an«l Stationer,
U.\S REMOVED HIS LARGE STOCK OP '
BOOKS & staTiokkrt;
NO. 52 NORTH QUEEN STBEETJ
OPPOSITE SHOBEB'.S HOTEL.
Four doors North of Orango Street,
ma 'CS r]       LANCASTER, PA.
arew Books I    TS9\r Books I
A MONO which aro eome from the PARIS A EXPOSITION.
BIBLES, Prayer and Hymn Books of all de¬ nominations. POETS in Bine and Gold, io. ANNUALS, WBITIN& DEaKS, WOBK BOXES. JEWELRY b6xES, BEQENOY DESkSj, LADIES' COMPANIONS, DRESSING CASES, POBT POLIOS, ALBUMS, NEW O.AMES. AUTOGBAPU BOOKS,     . CHF.SSMBN & BOARDS. BACKGAMMON BOARDS, ENGLISH TOY BOOKS. MOVABLE TOY BOOKS,    . LINKN BOOKS, _r^ SWISS BUILDINa BLOCKS, ONION COLLEGE BLOC&B, JACKSTRAWS, JERSEY BDlbDINa BLOCKS, PICTDBB BLOCKS, AB O BLOCKS, TBANSPABEilT SLATES, GOLD PENS, SHELL B0±E8. POCKET BOOKS, MAGIO LANTfoura. Please call and examine at
J. M. WESTHAEFPER'S Cheap Book Store, No. 41, corner ofNorth Queen and Orange sts. , Lancaater. Pa. Idea H-tf-l
CARD!
EEIGART'S OLD WINE STORE,
Established In 1786.
NO. 30 EAST KING-ST., LANCASTEB, PA.
TUE rcpntntlnn of REIGART'S OLD WINES AND BKANDIIH for purity and excellent quulity baving been fully established for near- !lj'a. century, we regret that the conduct of some unjjrrncipled dealers, who re-flll with andKcU from our labeled bottles their delete¬ rious compounds, compels us to adopt tbe an¬ nexed trade mark, which In future, fbr the protection of onrselves and our customera, will be found on all our old bottled Wines, Ilrandies, Gins, Whiskies, Bltlers, Sic.,
And further. In order lo protect the samo, wo hereby uunuunce our tli'tormlnatlon to iiroserttU' lit ihefutlett extent of tho Act of As- scuilily, approved Slst day of March, ISTrf), any' persiiuH or itiTHons who shall violute the pro- vl.vinnH ofsald act as applicable Co our trado murk.
N. B.—We rospectfully request tho pnblle. when thev Imvo occuf inn or desire to nso Old Brandy at the Hotels or Restaurants to ask particularly for Relgart's Old Brandy. Very Respectful ly. .tc.,
H. B. SLAYMAkEK, Agt. Lannnator.March20,18IM.       unlO'f^-   *
A OARM.
T ot 11 be distinctly nnderstood, (and I hereby J jcautlou thoao that aro uot awaro of the taof J thut
ROHRER'S
EXPECTORAL WILD CHERRY TONIO
la no cheap Bar Bitters, ao commonly nsed ev- erj'-whero, but It la an old standard remedy for almost evory complaint that Oesh la hoir to. It Is a Blood puriilor that has no,eqnal. Fordla- e.isea ofthe Ciiest, Liver, Kidneys, Lnngs,' Htomacband Bowels, Indigestion, Dyspepsia,' DIarrhce, Dysentery, Cholera Morbus, General DebiUty, <£o.' Every bmlly staonld have It. Delicate ladles and children shonld nso It. It will Invigorate the system,' give clear and healthy color to the skin; and strength to tho- body. All children are sul^ect to ohollo, diar¬ rhea and pains. Inateod of'nalng those pr«p-- aratlona of opium, so InJnrious to. the brain, and fatal in its reanltsv uso Rhorer's Wild Cher-' ry Tonic, which will reUevo the sufferer of alb pains and ailments, and Inatead of being an Inlnry, -wlU bo a loating beneflt: no Inivtr Oan.- reault from this Invaluable oomponud. Old,., inflrm and feeble persona ahbuld nse It. No tin.lly shonld be without it., Every Hotel, and^ Restaurant should have iU Eyery vessel go¬ ing to sea ahoiUd be prorvlded -with It.	
"             J. BOHBEB, SoleProprletor, agrlI-tf-22 ¦            loBCaater. p»
Seed Oats!  See<d Aato!        ;
JUST received six varieties of BDFBBIOB: SEED OATS. Ahio, Barley, Clover, Timo-' thy and otber field andenrden B«eds. at
    2»Ea»tKlng8t.,LBaaateiv.^
5.00Q
_wAjrn5Di
WAATKIII'. OOKDe or BLACK- OAK ibiRK: ~,>.^v, V. fbr wnlcti the talghestaMb pMoa wl'u be paid by tbe snbacrlben, at thatr Bark-
WiU uv piuu uy .ats •UDMjnoers, at inaur Ba
Uiu, East of Stock Yarda, m LucaMer, t's.
mar 30-tf-20 B. ETBBnBAKEB * CO
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