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tiftritx Pfto.A PSAL2X POE HEW YABS EVE.

T MTM MCLOCK.

A ftiend Unrl at tbe door:Id either tightkw-- hao-- l

Htdlne nch fiifls, thif buDdred sad three core.Willing U trew thrm daily o'er the Und ;

Krrn a aerd the aowrr,Kch drvpt be. trradi it in, aM jawe bj;It cannot be made fruitful till it die.

O, rood 3few Tear, we rUpTan warn, abut haodflUoe.

LtoaiDg furerer, with half b. half gap.TbatWblch from oarafaU. tike dead lmr twini

Ay, whether OVtre il rrPllaa been, or rentl. hir-- z brea. we knowThat It vh blcaeed ; t the Old 1 ear go.

O, 3ew Year. na faith!The road f life la hard ,

"When out tret bWed, and coarsi wind na acatbe.I'oict thm to Hun bua riase waa luore marrrd

Thaa any nuui'a i nbowtth,"Male atraisht path for roar icrt" aud to the cypreat

Come ye to ne, and I will tfre yoti rrat."

Yet bang Ump-lil- hopeJLbor this unknuwa way,

Kind year, to give onr pint frrT arme.And our baod4 atmjctb to work hue it it day;

Cat If that way matt alopeTombward. U. brln before our fading ryeaThe lamp of life, the hope that never die.

Comfort oar aoalu In lore.Lore of all human Ltod ;

Love .special, ekise la which, tike ftbeUrird dore.Each wrary hrart it own aafe mt may find i

And lore that tarna staveAdoringly . enolt-nl- l tAll lorefl, tf need be, ito the liv Imiu.Friend, come tboti ItVe a friend.

And bright thy fare.Or dim with eloah we cannot mtnprrbt-nd- .

We'll bold our itient hand. a h in LU place.And trout thee to the end.

Knowing tbwn leademt onward to those nphrreaAVbere there are neither daya, nor months nor jeara.

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THE KEWYEAE.

When the Old Year Ik there drinc.And Time. ateed atanditat tbeduor;

While the winded Future dyingWith a babe from o Mana Shore

lt u proBiUe to each otherThat oar liec afaall ptirer be ;

That well help a falling neighbor.With a word of sympathy.

Life great hiph way's very dnnty.Few nave sandal for their feet

And a kind word far more trustyThan a steed, nowerer fleet.

Ueazta are hungry, all about y on.Fura Utile word of rbeer;

What if foul, or friends, do doubt yog fIleartu will Me you, never fear.

Whether In a rot or palace.You can still some giid perform

Wreathe a etip, or fill aMeud a maitt, or face a turm.

Lire not fur your own self Mdrly ;Greet all With a amdtng face.

And tbe Xew Year thus make holy-- liea Mewing to the rare !

Icrt J?tow.

SAIiY "WAGGS, OF T3ANBVTB.T.

Bjrall accounts, it tvna more than a ceutniyago that Miss Sally Waps m astuaished thetMMnle of tbis nlacej that tlierinadr tho remarkthen, and were given t fmiuent rirtitioriH f J

it afterward, that Sally Wacp would liavemade a preat Mir in the world had die bwii a iman. Whether it was in 1773 or a few yearsearlier, is tint so certain, a that it was juit aithe pnmpVin iiieof aThatikfipivinp tinnier had jbeen eaten, ami the hickory nuts aud hardriderwere brought from the iautry. It was while nilthe company was at dinner, that Mi- SallyWagg Mill a thing to the people that made thegrauuiainer iook ery urni, auu uicniuj iurhis gun, and the others, a dozen of them old andyonng, forget the hearinlesn that folio wel theireating.

What Sally AVaggs then said, and what uliodid for an hour or two thereafter, is a story thatliai been told in the old Scribner mansion iu thoLitchfield turnpike over the nuts and cider atevery Thanksgiving night ince, and the fresh-ness and delight of it are always the Mine. Itwas told again, and the faded coat thatSally Waggs wore was held up and reverential-ly touched, as it had been on a hundred or moroanniversaries.

Xow, the wonder of it all stems to have beenthat such a damsel an this young Sally Waggsahould have turned such a comer in her mannerof life of a sudden. For her character, or rath-er her disposition, like her name, appears tohave been, up to the time b"h was 21) years old,very flat. Moreover, her father, old TimothyWages, was of no more account in the commu-nity thaa to be regarded as just thetnantodigthe graves for the dead, and toll the bell fortheir funerals, and to touch off the swivel onKick Hill at anspieioits moments. When ho didnot do these things, ho seemed to make a busi-ness of partaking of rum or hard cider, and it issaid of him that there never was a time when hodid not have his failing, 1ecanM it appears inthe old records of the town, that about the timewhen the capture of Louishnrg was celebrated,he went so much further than his companions,as to make merry on the Lord's day. This wasmore serious by far than to be a little merry onany other day, and they sent him to the com-an-

jail for three weeks therefor.Sof by reason of her father's business and

"and ierhaps because of his name. MissSalVy Waggs had nothing to commend her toanybody. And yet, of all the girls in that day,

Uhore was none who could milk a cow with her,tnor sooner find one that had strayed Into thewoods. This, doubtless, led 'Sqnire Scribner totake her into tho family for a help to his wife,and Mrs. Scribner used to say she was, past dis-pute, stupid in her speech, and brisk about herwork beyond compariton with any danvcl s.

There happened to 1 at the Thanksgivingdinner at which Sally made the revelation ofherself, a young gentleman who was regarded asa man of parts, and especially worthy of consid-eration, because his father sent a brigantine tothe West Indies from w Haven once in awhile, laden with goods and brought her backfilled with sugar and rum.

This young fellow wai thougnt to have ad-

dressed "more than one missive to 'Squire Scrib-ner- 's

daughter Jemsha. At all events, he wasfriendly with the family, and had tried his witat a jest with Sally, and came off sadly worsted,because she said nothing to him, bnt only look- -ed at hint with a vacant stare in her brown eyes.

He did not like being laughed at, for he hadowed, asajctd, as he was coming home from

the Thanksgiving wnnon, that he would makevSally say something that would atonish themit hat day.

"Xinepeuce ha'penny to a sixpence you fail,"saidtbjeSqnire.

T11 win that, and wear tliesilver as a token,"i said young Jathrop.

So he said to Sally, as she brought a pitcherof cider. in. and put it by the Sniires place:

VS4rfe;. you do if you was KingI George of Entfiwjd f;6ne looked at him only, aud the others smiled.

4iSally, he continued, perhaps a little irritat-ed, "would you 'troth yourself to me, if I askedyou P""t till you won me,1 she answered, with

out seemingto be conscious of any sharpness inthe replv.

"And how could I win yon P he jmwrrnl.Bv fighting ten red coats at once."

"Give me the chance and I'll do it."Sallv quitted the room for the nuts or some

such dessert, and young Lathrop demanded hissiherpieceof therSqnire. Hut the old gentle-man refused it, and they had an argument alwutthe merits of the wager, that was so interestingand made such laughter, that they minded notthe lapse of time.

It was getting so dusk that the forms, bnt notthe faces, were visible, ami the'Soniro was forlighting the caudles, when the kitchen door wasthrown open.

"Don't you hear them P said Sally Waggs.But as long as he lived, 'Squire Scribner insi-d-e-

that it was not Sally Wages who spoke, al-

beit he could not deny that her body stood inthe doorway, and that her eyes, eveu in thedusk that the fire-lig- brightened, and her lipmoved.

As for young Lathrop, he was beyond all pow-

er of making oat the meaning of it, so surprisedwas he; and, surprised as he was, he was qnickenough to see tliat there was something altoutthis young woman's look and manner now thatforce'd admiration from him.

"Will you be stupid P she said; "will yous sit there with your pig and pie driving you into

a doze, and let them come and prison you and doworse for the women T Von mav sit still, if so leit your will, but III fight them till they kill

She went to the corner of the room, and, leap-ing upon a chest that stood there, reached tip

i twA- - rlnwn a musket that huuc unon thewall. Amaxed as young Lathrop was at thisaction, it did not cscane.hia not tea that the armthat she put up when she reached for that musk- -

.etwas wortn more unu ."onlv because of the whiteness, but also becauseof the graceful awell ol it.

"What mean you, girl P said grandfatherScribner, whose mind went back to the yearwhen the settlers in these parti were ready forsarpriaos, and even went to meeting with theirflint lucks for walking sticks.

"Tell me where are vour-ear- s P Sally answer-ed- ,not yet dismounting from tlw table, pouring

powder front the horn into her hand, and a tre-mendous charge of shot, she loaded the weapon,and then primed it. Then she put the buttnp-E- L

i Uble' and ting herself therewith,S mrTtt qcnedtlw window. "ListenTl.TivL-- not !he wt Britishers firing f

SS"W Sw the light of the flames.borough miUtia P The reuorta-- of. musketry wen dutiuct, and th

the invaders. Then it was that grandfatherScribner seized his gun, and the 'Squire seemedto awaken to the business before them.

"And you," said Sally Waggs, going up toyoung Lathrop ; "w ill you stand there like Tomrerkins' lad at school with a dunce cap on IWhat will you do I Will you go with us, or willyou hide under a petticoat P

Young Lathrop hesitated not a moment."In truth, Sally Waggs, you are a young wo-

man of spirit. Yon'M not find me wanting."Jnut then old Tim Waggs, faintwilh running

and terror, and, spite of his anxiety, his firstthought was of his stomach, and he begged fora mug of flip, or cold, if thry hadn't hot waterready. So they gave him a mighty mug of liq-

uor, that he made a short ado with, and thentold them that a handful af British had giventhe Continental coasters the slip, and weremarching up from the coast, shooting, burning,and robbing, and sad work of it they were mak-

ing, too, he added. For their coming was sosudden, aud hi many of the joung men wereaway with the Continentals, that the few ladswho tried to stop thin on lEidgefield hill, wereof no more avail than a breath of wind.

"And they've heard of your cattle ami rum,'Squire Scribner, and it'll not be two hoars laterbefore they are here."

"How many are there, Tim. to the best of yourknowledge P atked the 'Squire. .

"Not more than two dozen, nor Ievs than ascore, 'Sqnirr."

"But we are no match. There are only fourmen, including you, Tim, who are more likely torun than fight," said the 'Squire.

Not more thau four. I'll ventnre that I'llgive the red-co- cati&e to think that there aremore thau four, or tnic four," said SallyWaggi.

"And what would you do, Sally P"This is what I would do. and will do. Per

ceive the darkness coming; that will help us, orl mi Make, ow, miner, go io inegreai oaruaud take the three lanterns and light them. Mr.Lathrop, you light thetwoou will find on theleam back of the kitchen oven, and, '.SquireScribner, if you have your heart in it, preparepowder aud shot, and suffer grandfather to loadthe guns the while, and put no rabbit shot inthe muz-den-

, either. I will 1 back myself, inthe space of Ax c minutes or thereabouts."

'Sqnire Scribner, said long after that, it sur-prised hint, as he thought it all over, that he didnot conjecture that this stupid girl was out ofher head, inhtcad of implicitly following thecommands she gave them.

In five miuut-s- , more or less, the form of aman appeared in the dining-roo- with a gun inhis hand, and so much of a stranger that thebewildered women were in a great state of con-

sternation, aud it was not until the man spoke,and spoke with the voice of Sally Waggs, thatconfidence was restored.

Indeed the fonn seemed that of a man,Miss Sally had upon her head the cocked

hat and on her body the regimental toat thatgrandfather Scribner had worn in the Trenchwar, twenty years back, and, as for the shortclothes and stockings, the mystery of the ar-rangement by which Miss Sally made herselfappear from the knees dowu like a heavy-limite- d

joung fellow, was never rxplaincd.."1'ive men of us," she said, aud with no such

thought of the picturesque, perhaps comical,licture she made as flitted through tho quicktrain of young Lathrop.

She led them out to the hill that tl auks thehighway by which the BritiMi miidt come, amatter of a "hundred rods from the house. Thenshe commanded her father to fasten the fivelanterns to a long pole, aud attach each end ofthat to a tree, and the moment she gave com-mand he was, by such violent swinging of theole, to make, by the confusion of lights, the

live lanterns seem as nearly liko fifty, as the al-

cohol in his nerves would permit.Without one word of remonstrance, 'Squire

Scribner olecd her, and got behind a tree, andgrandfather Scribner knelt, the better to eteadyhis uiuscles, by a rock, while apt. Sally andyoung Lathrop stood exposed.

the Britih raiuo along. They weromerry with'ltqtior, and Capt. Sall.i's army couldhear their ltoasts of what would happen in the'SqulreV house within an hoar.

Young Lathrop was for shooting when awayout of range, and Capt. Sally found it uecevsaryto give him a tap on the hip with the butt of hermusket that made him wince, before he cauiu in-to discipline.

At last they got, half a dozen of them, wellabreast of the. army in ambush on the hill-sid-

"Now," whispered Capt. Sally, "when I githe military command, father, se to it that thelanterns quiver like fire-bu- aud well givethem a reception from the 'Squire's farm, thatsome of their mothers aud sweethearts will la-ment."

Then she stepped out into full iew, withyoung Lathrop by her side. She waved her gunwith as nearly like the encouraging motionwhich a commander gives his sword ou enteringaction, as the weapon would permit, aud theigarc this astounding order:

"Halt the whole universe, by flank into king-doms fire !"

The military command astonished the British,but that was nothing to the surprise that fol-lowed the volley. Tvto-o- three went down,and one staggered and tuade his way to thoroadside, ami when tin- - others, looking up. sawthe multitudinous display of flickering Liu terns,they took no second thought as to whether theyhad Iretter stay and fight, or go the other way.They went with all speed, not stopping to sewwho were left liehind.

Now, of all the nursing and care that wound-ed soldiers had in all that struggle of the Inv-olution, none had better than the three menwhose todies had been tbo targets of CaptainSally's army, for Miss Sally Waggs nursed themherself.

By the next day the Continental militia wereon hand, aud had driven the marauders back.

From that time on, Miss Sallv Waggs went ona new road. It eeetned as if tliu had awakenedthat night from a sleep that had lasted fromher birth. Her advice was wisdom, her couragewas inspiriting, and her ambition great. Sogreat, in fact, that some years afterward, shemarried joung Lathrop aud his (drips and otherpotwKsions, and more than one of iier descend-ants havo been in high places since.

EARLY COLD SNAPS.We are not likely to havo cold enough weath- -

er, this winter, to snrprise a couple of old citi-zens of Brooklyn, if tho following, front thoBrooklyn Eagle, may me believed:

"We're bavin' some pretty wintrish weather,"said old Daddy WotuerqHxiu to Uncle SammyHonniwell, as the two gentlemen met near tlieicity hall, jestcrday; "right for'ard weather flirthe Beacon."

"Jint so; jist so," conceded Uncle Sammy."Keminds tne of the all of IsdX It commencedlong forepart of NoveunVr, and froze nt iff tillMarch. Good, smart weather, too. I remcmtierthat it was so cold in Brooklyn, that November,that bilin water froze over a hot tire."

Daddv Wotherspoou looked at him, andbraced himself. "Yes, yes," said he, "I mind itwell. That's the fall that the milk froze in thecows. Bnt the cold season was in &Z7. It com-

menced in the middle of Octoler, aud ratithrough to April. All the oil froze in the lamps.and we didn't have alight until spring set in."

"Ay, ay," responded Uncle Sammy, growing,rigid. "It'sjust like yesterday tome. 1 walkeda hundred and forty miles due east from SandyHook, ou the ice, aud slid back, owing to theconvexity of the earth, you know. It was downbill coming this way. But that wasn't as coldas the winter of Irol. That season commencedin September, aud the mercury didn't rise a de-gree troin that day. Don't you remember howwe used to breathe hard, let it freeze, cut a holein it, and crawl iu for shelter! You haven't for-gotten thatP

"Not It" said Daddy Wothcrpoon, after ashort pause. "That's the winter we used togive the horses melted lead to driuk, and kept ahot fire under Vm, so it wouldn't harden till theygot it down. But that wasn't not Inn to thespell of Icl7. We began to feel it in the latterpart of August, and she boomed Middy till the30th of June. I got through that whole spell byliving in an It was too cold to go ontdoors, and I jist camped in the icohouse. Vonrememl'er that sea-so- of lel7! That's the win-

ter we wore undershirts of sandpaper, to keepup a friction."

"Well, I should say I did," retorted UncleSammy. "What ! retnemWr ltlT f 'Deed I do.That was the time it took a steam grindstonefourdas to light a match. Ay, ay! But ioyou know I was uncomfortably warm that win-

ter P"How haV demanded Daddy Wotherspoou,

breathing hard."Knnnin around your ice house to find out

where, you got in. It was an awful spell, though.How lung did it last! From Angust till the 30thof June T I guess yon arc right. But you mindthe snap of Is 13, don't you f It commenced onthe lrt of July, and went around and lapped overa week. That year, the smoke froze in the chim-neys nd we had to blast it out with dynamite,I think that was the worst we ever had. Altthe clocks froze up, so we didn't know the timefor a year, and men used to set fire to theirbuildings so's to rent. Yes, indeed. I got $3,000a ntontn lor lour uurninr uutluiu a. lncre was aheapofsnfTerin' that winter, because we livedon alcohol and phosphorus, till the alcohol froze,and then we ate the brimstone end of matches,and jumped around till they caught fire. Sayyon ,"

But Daddy Wotherspoon had fled. The stati-tic- swere too much for him.

For injuries inflicted on a passenger, andcansedby the breaking down of a I'allmansleeping berth, the United States Supreme Courtdecide tbe railroad, and not the sleeping carcompany is liable to the injured man. The rea-soning is cogent, and makes clear the law in thatparticular class of cases. The passengers robbedrecently on a Full man car while en route forWashington will doubtless want to know whichof the two companies concerned is responsible-f- or

allowing a thief to go through a car and robthe sleeping passengers of $7,000.

Pioccllnncou.o.A BEVXEW OF THE YEAB.

One more year U swiftly pacing.One short month alone remain j

One more page on Hirt'rr record.rrorea that Time, aa King, yet reign.

Flrnt the Spring. In an her bejntr.Then tbe Sammer, bright and fair;

Antnmn next, in grandeur,Scattering radiance everywhere.

Winter Ut, with mien haoebty,And with chilling. Icy breath.

Turn the scenes of rwhant jlrndorInto one of awful death.

Thna it i in life' great journey,Krey one doth form a part :

Childhood, like tbe Spring tn beauty,2ure and free from erery art.

Summer. ith it blooming flower,tike the verge vt manhood fair.

Show,- to n ble a trn enjoyment.Sun abounduig rich and rare,

it ilale-ag- e appears a Antnmn.When ur nope, our Joy. our tare.

Garnered Lie tW kbeare in barri'-.t- ,

1Mb fur Winter prepare.

OU age Ut. Lkfi bury Winter,bCca doth rein ;

Kadall lUfw, Iwt h brif bt and sbadtweit.Till tbn Spring-ti- cuctei asain.Ieaea oiir bright Spring uufolding,AU tnme bud aud fair ;altered be wir Father' angel.Sheltered by lli loving rare.

THIRTY-FIV- E YKAKS AGO.

Sen. Feeler Iorr'a lEcmiraiorencs f tbe In.coming or l)!U'a AdoiiuUtratiam,

President Polk was nearly fifty years of agewhen he was inaugurated, and was no novice inpublic life, ha ing served for fourteen, consecu-tive years in Congress and for two jears as Gov-ernor of the" State of Tennessee. Ho was aspare man, of unprvtending appearance and mid-

dle stature, with a rather spare head, a full, an-gular brow, dark gray eyes, and alinn mouth. His hair, which he wore long andbrushed behind his earn, was touched with silverwhen ho entered the White House, and graywhen he left it. He was n worthy and wellqualUd inetmVrof th fraternity ot Free Ma-

sons, aud a believer iu the creed of the Metho-dists, although out of deference to the religiousopinions of his wife, he attended worship withher at the Bcv. Dr. Sprolo'schunh. Calm, cold,and intrepid in his moral character, he wiutig-nora-

of the licauty of Moral uprightness iu thoconduct of public affairs ambitious of power,and successful in the pursuit of it. He was verymethodical and remarkably hidtistrious.aluajsfinding time to listen to the stories of those whocame to him as petitioners for patronage anddace. But his arduous labors impaired hislealth, and shortened his life. Before his term

of oflico had expired, Ins friends were pained towitness his shortened ami enfeebled step, andthe air of languor and cxltauftion which satupon him.

Mrs. Folk was a strict Presbyterian, and shnshunned what she regarded as the "vanities ofthe world" whenever it was possible for her todo so. She did not possess the queenly grace ofMrs. Madison, orthe d hospitality ofSirs. Tyler, but she presided over the WhiteHouso with great dignity. She was of mediumheight and size, with very black hair, dark eyesand complexion, and formal jet graceful deport-ment. At the inauguration of her husband, sheworn a black dress, a long, black velvet coatwith a deep craj, trimmed with fringe aud tas-w- l,

and a purple velvet lwiiuet trimmed withsatin rihlmii. She would not crmit daucing atthe White House, but sbedidall in her power torender the administration of Mr. Folk popular.One morning a lady found her reading. "I havea great many books presented to me by thewriter," said she, "and I try to read them all;at present that is not but this eveningthe author of this book dines with the President,aud I could not he. ho unkind as to appear whollyignorant and nnmindful of his gift." At one ofher evening receptions a gentleman remarked:."Madaui, von liave a very select assemblage to-

night." "Sir," replied Mrs. Polk, with perfectgood hnmor, but very significantly, "I neverhave seen it otherwise."

John C. Calhoun had expected to remain inthe cabinet as Secretary of State, and hcjilid nothesitate to sav that he was saerified to Appeasethe wrath nf Mr. Van Bnren. Accordingly JamesUochauau liecatue Mr. Polk's Secretary of State,n&4 Mr. Calhoun soon returned to the capital asa eVuator from the State of South Caroliua, toengineer the extension of slavery, freetrade and State Miereignty. His appearanceindicated that he was over three score years ofage. Bcshy eyebrows overshadowed deep, Idueeyes, which gleamed like stars; his furrowedforehead ami gaunt cheeks, showed great mentalactivity and care, anil his thin lips hadthe melancholy look wen in the portraits ofDante. HU hug, coars hair had licconi gray,and he wore it brushed bark in masses from hishigh forehead. Our morning while he was

portrait in the studio of Mr. Kellogg,he. said to the writer of these reiuiuisceusrs: "Ihave alwasendcasored to dress with a simplic-ity that would not attract notice, and I haveMiccrcdcd, with thoexiteption of my hair. WhenI wore it short, tlw letter writers un-- always tohave something to nay about it, and now that itis long, I fear that it attracts rqnal attention."

of autographs h remarked that hisorigiual g was round and clear, butthat when he was at the Litchfield Law Schoolhis haste in taking notes changed It. It wasthen as erratic and bold as were his movementsin the davs of nullification.

Mr. Buchanan was then iu tile prime of lite,and his stalwart frame, fair complexion, lightblue eyes eourtly manners, and crupu!ouIyneat attire, prompted an English visitor Mrs.Manry to say that he resembled a British

f xhe'past generation, when tho gravea nddiguifird bearing of men in power was re-

garded as an essential attribute of their ofliee.Although a bachelor, he kept house on F street,next to the abode of John Quincy Adams,where his accomplished niece presided at thehospitable horrd. He faithfully carried ont theforrign policy of President Polk, but neier let! an opporttiiuty fur advancing lis claims tothe succession with refreshing humility. In ahitherto unpublished letter, written to a frieud,liealladed to a prediction that he would be thenext President, ami went on to bay, "I or anyother man may disapjiear from the politicalarena without prodiumg a ripple npon the sur-

face of the deep and strong current which issweeping the country t its destiny. Nothinghas pre ruled me from removing myself fromthe listoffulim candidates for the Presidency,except tho injury this might do to the Demo-

cratic party in IVnnsyH ania. On this subject Iam resolved, and whenever it shall be proper Ishall make known my resolution. Nothing onearth could induce tne agaiu to accept a cabinetappointment." Vet never did a wily politicianmore industriously plot and plan to secmeanomination than Mr. Buchanan did in his still-hu- nt

for the Presidency.

A Missouri Story.UoL Pat Dyer, in his speech at St. Joseph, on

Monday night, told this story illntrative of the"perpetnar Democracy:

Hmse Democrats would leave no stone un-

turned that would give them ofliee at the ex-

pense of the people. They would even vote forthe man wlwi wore blue clothing after the warwusover.nnd rebellion put down. Tlieyremindroc of an old hotel keeper in Boone County, bythe name of Jackson. He hail kept a roadsideinn for a long number of years, and his religionwas that after men died they went to dnt, andme thousand years from that time this dust was

rehabilitated aud life was breathed into it, andin that way the world repeateditself cverythou-xau- d

years. He talked that religion intoand at evciylody, that stopped at his

bouse, and among others, he talked it to twoyoung men from Kentucky, who hapiened to lehi guests: "Now, young men, I want you to

You are here, my guests. Athousand years from now you will Ie here myjiests agaiu. I will be living in Boone County,keeping hotel right where I am, and you willcome here, one riding a gray horse, and the othera black, just as yon rode and yon willhave this same food for supper that we have to-

night. I would like to hae yon think our allthis, and see if it isn't all right, as in my judg-ment I lclie e it is." The two fellows slept overit, and next morning they soid: "Mr. Jackson,we have thought over your proposition, and weare satisfied you are correct. We came out"West, and have travelled all the way from Ken-

tucky to Missouri. We didn't have a greatamount of money, at the start, and that is allguue. We are a little hard np, just now, and ifit suits you jest as well, we will pay your billwbenwecomo around a thousand years fromnow." Old Jackson stopped, hesitated awhile,as if the boys had rather got the best of him, andthen said, "Well, since I come to think over thismatter, I am satisfied tbat yon are the same twodamned rascals that were hero a thousand yearsago." So when these Democrats come back andtell me they are going to do this and going to dothat, if they only get in office for four years fromnow, 1 look at them and say, like old Jackson:"Oh, no: not at alt. Ton are the same d drascals that you were before."

TrtE eleetoral system is a method of choosinga President which the jieople appear to knowless about the more they use it. It has nowbeen employed at twenty-fou- r Presidential elec-

tions, and yet the blunders increase quadrenni-ally. It isa strange method of election In whichsome stupid printer or ignorant Chairman of aCounty Committee may vitiate the whole countby some childish oversight. Arte Tort Xriiaar.

TltR Iter. Berdan Hayes said. In a funeral ser-

mon at Talma nville, Ga: 'This poor man wasa sinner; he did not repent, and now he is suf-fering the tortures of tne damned." The widowat this point shuddered and 'cried out. Thepreacher continued: "Tbat u s hard thing toaay to these mourners, but it'ia Gospel truth.The husband and father isJn bell.

OF THE OLDEN TIME.A .w Orlea-a- Lndr f Historic Life,

wilk Ueeolleeiioa Like a Dream.One day, in the latter part of the eighteenth

century, a number of young men were playingdice in a fashionable gambling saloon in thels-landofS-

Domingo. Near a table at whichtwo youthful players were engaged stood anelderly man of proud and disttguished bearinga Masquis of France.

At a certain stage of the game a dispute arosobetween the dicers, aud tho point iu controversywas referred the gentleman standing by for arbi-tration. His decision enraged one of the play-ers; hot words ensued, and the gambler struckthe noble in the face. The Marquis said, stern-ly: "Only blood can efface the stain of this

The young man, repenting of his folly,was profuse in apologies, but the Marquis re-

mained obdurate, and replied: "We shall sendfir two pistols; one shall lie loaded, the otherempty. We, blindfold-- d, shall choose our wea-

pons, aud fire."The pistols were sent for, the fatal choice

made, and the loaded weapon fell to the lot ofthe noble. That day the lifeless body of theyoung gambler was borne from the dicers table.Such was the Chevalier de Sevre, a Marquis ofFrance, one of tho richest nobles In the IslaudofSan Domingo a man of determined courage,and as proud as a hidalgo of Spain.

In thoso terrible days of the massacre, theChevalier fell under the knife of the infuriatedMucks. The Manuise escaped in disguise withhr daughter, a child, and found a refuge iu thecity of Philadelphia, where she subsequentlymarried Mr. dc Breuil, a rich merchant of thatcity.

ThcreMlle.de Sevre crew up a lonely yonnggirl, accomplished, and osevscd of all the graces

Inch adorn womanhood. At that timo therewere many French officers in America. One ofthem. Colonel David, liecame enamored of thebeautiful young creoIe, married her, and tookher to Frame, where he introduced her to thecourt of Josephine. Ofthis union wtw liorntwudaughters, Cecelia Agnes Gertrude David, andMarie Pauline. TLc first was Ihuti at Tours, inle04faud christened in the great cathedral ofthat city. Her godfather V hs the llama deVaublan, and her godmother the Countess de St.Leon.

General David served iu the Italian campaignunder Najtoleon, as an adjutant commandant.Wheu the First Consul became Kuiperor he wasmade a General. He was a fax o rite of themighty Corsiean, who, during the Egyptiancampaign, presented him with a magnifi cutsword. He was decorated with the cross of St.Louis, and the Legion of Houur, aud was a highMason of the Age d'Orof France.

After his death, which occurred in 181C, atBordeaux, Mil I If. Daid returned to Philadel-phia with her mother and sister. Iu course oftime Miss David also married a wealthy Ameri-

can aud came South. She resided at varioustimes in Alabama, Mississippi aud Louisiana.

A few tlays ago the writer had the pleasure ofvisiting this ladyon Jackson street, in New Or-

leans. Though seventy-si- x years of age, sheboks scarcely sixty, aud retains still the tracesof that beauty which attracted the admirationof all who beheld her in her youth. Mm pre-

serves the graceful courtesy ami refinement ofmanners which come of good breeding, ami,when of the reminiscences of hereventful past, her conversation is vivacious audexceedingly entertaining. j

When asked to iteMriie Mn:e otitic scenes;she had witnessed, the lady said : '

"Vcs, 1 saw Napoleon once. I went with myfather. General Da id, t the Tuihries, and hepointed out to me the Emperor walking iu thegarden. I was quite a child then. My fiat hertold me to look at the great man, and to cryvie l'Empcreurr When I did so, he slapped

me aud said: 'lam not mail with you, bnt 1 jj

wish this to make an impression ou you.'""Uu another occasion, wueu I was coinir ti

ersaiUes, I saw Loui) aMII. I was m a nunnery at Versailles, and afterward went to lite atBordeaux. There I saw the daughter of MarieAntoinette, the Duchess of Auriouleme, who hadjust returned tit France. All 1 can rememl'er oft1ii ufpim tlifit tliiien tri r rrit rnntil nml t

Hint tb horse veto taken from tb run-i- i. I

which was pulled hymen. The reins were ril- -Ihius, which were held brnuuc ladies, wh '

wnirnvemlwltliilenradlvii.Oueday, when I was agirlof fifteen, a beauti- - j

ful lady came in a carriage to viit ray grand-mother, lime, de Breuil, who recognized thovisitor, whom she had not seeu for years. Itwas Mine. Jerome Bonaparte. The Marquisesaid: I hearthatyouare married toau ItalianPrince." "No," she replied, haughtily. "I amMine. Bonaparte, and I will die Mine. Bona-

parte. The n oman married to my husband isnot his wife. 1 am."

'! saw Joseph Bonaparte many times; hooiieu cawr u imi iuc .uaiwuisc. t oao I'uinheard niv xar he was one of tbemost nnauming men she ever met, and Jeronm I

was just like a lv. It was difficult for him to I

dignified w hen occasion demanded."Pointing to an ancient painting whith

hnugou the wall, she- continued: "That pic- -ture represents General David, after the battleof Uipzic. lie had saved the castle of the i

Prince of YA iirtemburg from ravage, am thePriuce,asa toktn of gratitude, causedthls paint-ing to be excented by hit own portrait jiainter."

The picture isa fine work of art. In the fore-ground is a figure of a tall, handsome man inmilitary uniform, with one unn resting on theback of his charger. Close at hand are seen tbehigh walls of the cattle, and in the distancebodies of troops marching across the field."

Th sister of the lady was one of the most re-

spected residents of Mobile, where sho died re-

cently at the age of seventy-tw- o vears. She wasthe wife of the noted lawyer, W. N Stewart.

The subject of this sketch has several de-scendants in this city, among them several gen-tlemen who were gallant soldiers in thecivilwar. In ante belluui days she was quitewealthy, but, like thousands of others, shelost her fortune turotigb tho changes broughtabout by the defeat of the South. AVir Orhan$Picayune.

MARK TWAIITS P0ESLA Valuable Conlrlbs-ila- io ibeDaoaltllonr-opaifai- e

Fair.The success of the sprightly little paper enti-

tled tho Bazaar Ituttttin has exceeded all ex pec.tat ions, lach one of its daily editions hasmet with a ready sale, and the enterprising

Mrs. Daid Gray and Mrs. J. B. Parke,tune reason to feel elated at their success. MarkTwain's promised story was published in yester-day's issue, and it caused a brisk demand forthe paper. Herewith we print the sketch,which will ba found entirely characteristic ofits author:

a tali:FOR STRCCCUXG YOUNG POETS.

Well, sir, once there was a yonng fellow whobelieved he was a poet ; but the main difficultywith him was to get any one else to believe it.Many and many a oet has split on that rock ifit is a rock. Many and many a poet will spliton it yet, thank God. The young fellow 1 speakof used all the customary devices aud with thecustomary results he competed forprizes, and didn't take any; he sent specimensof his poetry to famous people, and asked for a"candid opinion," meaning a puff, and didn'tget it; he took advantage of dead Mrson, andubituaried them m ostensible jioctry, but itmade him no friends certainly none among thedead. But at last he heanl of another chance;there was going to be a homeopathic fair in Buf-falo, accompanied by the nsiial iimffeiisn e paper,and the editor of the paper offered a prize of $,!for the best original poem on the iputal topic of"Spring" no jroem to Iks considered unless itshould flosses tiositive virtue.

Well, sir, he shook up his muse, he introducedinto her a rousing charge of inspiration from hisjng. and then sat down and dashed off the fol-low iug madrigal just as easy as lying:HAIL! BEAUTEOUS, BOUNTEOUS, GLAD-

SOME SPRING.A BY s L. CLEMEN-- .

No. 1.1GX IUBTFonii, Coxn., Nov. 17, ltitfO.: GEO. P. BISSELL fc CO.,

Bankers.ray to Mr. David Gray, or order,

I For Homeopathic Pair.Ten..... Dollars.;

Household Account.S. L. Clemens......... ....... ............ .....

Did he take the prize t Yes, he took the prize.The poem and its title didn't seem' to go togethervery well, but no matter, that sort of thing hashappened Iwfore; it didn't rhyme, neither was itblank verse, for the blanks were all filled yetit took the prize, for this reason no other poemoffered was really worth more thau abont $40,whereas there was no getting around the petri-fied fact that this one was worth $10. In truth,there was not a banker in the whole town whowas willing to invest a cent in those other po-ems, but erery one of them said this one wasgood, sound, ioetry, and worth itslace.

Such is the way in which that strugglingyonng poet achieved recognition at last, and gota start along the road that leads to lyric emi-nence whatever that may mean.

Therefore, let other struggling young poeta beencouraged by this to go on striving.

Mark Twain.IlArrrroRD, November 17, 1880.Soon after 10 o'clock, pursuant to announce-

ment, the manuscript of the above was sold atauction. The Hon. Arthur W. Hickman actedas auctioneer, and, after a brief competition,the pages of Mr. Clemens e Urography wereknocked down to Dr. F. Parke Lewis, at his bidoffL

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IrBepublicans should ever get the ascendancyin her empire duriug her lifetune,Qneen Victoriabecomes plain Mrs. Wei tin. as that, and no oth-er, Is the family name of bet late husband, ac-cording to Theodore Martin, his biographer.

THE OLD AND NEW TEAK.

m cum coktxz.

I step to think U aeema i strange.Anrt her ear has paaaed away (

For. U. it seem not bmg ago,I hailed iu firat glad ruing day.

Ent he most die. aa all matt die.And leave no mark or trace behind.

Except a name- -a narlea thing.When death you with hi curd doth bind.

How many hope, bow many fears.Have tuwvru the rhanrful bnnuui heart i

WhUo wane nill with the Oil Year die,3ew gruT and Jwys with New Year start.

Alone X stood, at tbe witching hoarWhen spirit walk tbe eaath;

The bell, from tbe old chart h tower,llang in tbe Xew Year'a birth.

"Good-bye- . Old Year T cried aUd tr borne with a sigh ;Ami Iu! wrapped in bi gbKtly shroud,

Tbe Old Year nie by .

And. in the pale moon's silvery bght,law him bending low

Beneath tbe weight of burthens great,&iribarged wUh human ue,

Tbe Tain regret, the broken tow,Tbo ugh, lh tear, wero there

Tbe buUow tbe bitter groan.The aad wail of despair.

I n Iped a tear, aa the phantom yearKvanibed lite a dream j

Wnde burre open the wings of morn,Appeared tbe New Year gleam.

A CHECKERED LIFE.A He formed Canibter in Abject I'orerlyIIw lie Abjured lebmrd sind Uecamea IVorker in the Field of Kerorin.

In the little two-stor-y tenement, No. ljftttSouth Juniper street, in abject poverty, residesJouathan Green, one a notorious, but now areformed gambler, with his family, consisting ofa wife nuil setcu children, the oiiugJst twoweeks, aud the eldest fourteen years of age. Jlr.Green is hhuself crippled iu his right arm, andone of his children lies suffering with typhoidfeer. The house is almost destitute of fund-tur- e,

aud even before the prewiit cold snap, thefamily had not suflicieut bed clothing to keepthem from actual suffering. In the man of mus-cular frame, gaunt with want, a well deelopedhead covered with a fair suit of iron-gra- hair, ahigh forehead with heavy brows, beneath whichgh-a- a pair of cold, gray eyes, a face coveredwith whisker-- but destitute of a moustache,and iu manners wdf jtossesscd aud affable, onewould recognize only in a faint degree the gam-bler of forty fears ago, who, at that time, littledreamed, amid the wealth and luxury withwhich he was then surrounded, of the extremepoverty with which he now struggles.

"I neer smoked a cigar iu my life, neverknew the taste of tobacco, and neier touched adrop of liquor," laid Mr. Green, as ho beganbriefly recounting his eventful history, andadded : I promised my mother, when a boy siryears of age, as I stod by her dying lied, neverto driuk a drop of liquor, aud 1 hac neverbroken tbat promis-.- "

Mr. Green was bom in Kentucky, in the yearIi:i, and his irraudf.it her was a cousin to General Nathaniel Greene, of revolutionary fame,.Out of consideration of his family name, hedmped the final V iu penning his antograph,At theao of sixteen iears ho entered upon alife the most eventful eer known among the

.uiionii irairioiij. ah m- - pursuit wi ins pn- -fessinn for he was a professional tramblcrGreen was one of the most successful men thatever touched a card, and at the time of his re- -formation, was worth over oO,UUO, nearly everycent of which went in the way of restitution tothose who had been his ictiuis.

Green was twenty-eig- years of age wheuhe,abjured his profession, and resolved, come what j

might, neer to touch a rani agaiu. Thecir-- tciimstynrcH wljirJi led to tliisresolutioii, are anllldCJk ! tio limn n i iidtiii in.

He was traveling from St. Iouis to Cincinnati i

by lioat. It was Sunday, and ou the Itoat was aMethodist clergyman who had distributed somereligious tracts on the tables aud settees in theIlialU halOOtl, where Green was sitting. Soonafter the elergjiuau had laid the tracts on thetable, a couple of gamblers walked up, one re--marking to tne otner: "Lome on ,1 it give youanother hack, right here," at the same timehnishingthe. tracts on the floor, and throwin;down iu their place ajutck of cards. Green wit-nessed the oiieratiun, and at once lecaiue indie- -naut at the rough manners of the gamblers.Stepping up to the table, he coollypicked up thedeck of cards and threw them through the openwiudow into the Ohio rier, and then picked uptho tracks ami repiaceu mem uu tun taiie.Turning to the men, who nere so amazed at thisintrusion that their wits fairly forsook them, heinformed them if they wanted to play cards totrii somewhere else and do it : that those trrctsould not Iki removed from the table. lie was

known as a destK-rat- character, ami the gani- -

W? thought it not to attempt to resent theinsult. Then Green went to the minister andn,kwl h"11 if he would preach for them if he hadan audience. The minister readily assented,and the i.aswugers on the loat, particularly

wbu knew biwa as a pirwnuai gambier, were surprised to find him going oer thoboat drummingup an audieiue. Hut Green suc-ceeded, and he fay: "We had a pretty good ser-mon, 1 guess, though I don't know, for I wasstanding guard over the 'aocial room to keep themiiiliLninitii ! let iirltitiir t liA inulinirtrmpts at diotiirl'-ant- nrrrmailr. LuT'rrr. andalter lite meeting was over, tireen retired to bisstateroom. Here, he Hays, he began to thinkover his past career, the shame he had broughton the name of his mother, ami the degradationhe hail reduced himself to iu the estimation ofthe honest and moral jMirtion of the commuuity,though he had an abundanre of wealth. Iu thatstateroom, sitting there alone, he said alond:"I'll never touch another card to gamble.Thirty-nin- e years have pasMd away since thattime, and the notorious gambler, though now ina state of starvation, with a feeble wife, half-cla- d

aud half famidied children, himself brokendown, has never even used the expression, "111Iwt vou." in all those years. Thouch he has nomouev, his knowledge of cards would easily!piace mm iKjium nam, u lit- - nimm iruu umi- -clf to less dexterous manipulator uf the pack.At the time he made this resolve he made full

restitution to the extent of his means, of all hehad wronged his victims out of. He decided tow rite a Itook exposing gambling, and to lecturewhile he sold his book, isuce that time Greenhas written four looks, which are published bylVtrrsou, of this city, cutitlcd, ''Gambling

"The Gamblers Life, "The Secret Handof Urotherx ami "The lie formed Gambler. Mr.Green has lectured in every town of counetmeuceiu the United States, cxpoiug the tricks of theprofession. His penitence was so sincere, audhis zeal so great in this crusade, that he metwith great opposition, particularly at the Na-

tional and State capitals, and on the Westernwaters, where he was so well known. He, how-

ever, persevered in his work, sometimes notmaking enough to pay expenses, and at no timomakiug more thau a living. He was mainly in-

strumental in procuring law s against gamblingin this State, New York, Maryland, Kentucky,and Ohio, and it is greatly to his exertions thattbe sJce has been compelled to seek dark placesin moat of our cities. Hut for the kind charitiesof his neighbors, he would be absolutely

clothing and shelter. "For the lastthree weeks," said the reformed gambler, inconcluding the interview, "my family of ninehave subsisted on leas than fifty cents a day."Philadelphia Uecord.

John C. Calhoun.John C. Calhoun, a grandson of the great

Soath Carolina Senator, and an inmateof the In-

sane Asylum, at Stockton, Cal., was drowned onSatnrdav in the vicinity of San iTauetsco. Hishistory is chiefly remarkable as showing how aman bearing an illustrious name and closely re-

lated to one who first made it so, may lead a vul-

gar and obscure life, foreign to any aspirationswhich would at all bespeak a superiur strain ofblood. In February last Calhoun was discov-ered by a Western reporter in a liquor saloon inSt. Louis, where he was serving as barkeeper.He was a young man, affable in manners, andaueasy conersationalist. He said that he dis-liked bis occupation, and was a civil engineer byprofession. "I was born on my fathers planta-tion, in lc53. I left home after the war, anddrifted away from my relatives and friends, tomake my bread among strangers. My grandnucle, James Edward Calhoun, and my broth-ers, Benjamin Alexander Putnam Calhoun, andWilliam Lowndes Calhoun, are still in theSouth, and they are the only relatives I havewith whom I keep np corresiondence. Tho oldgentleman lives at Millwood, his plantation,twenty-fi- t c miles from Abbeville, on tbe Savan-nah river. Mv brother Benjamin is a lawyer inJacksonville, "Florida, and my brother William,al a lawyer, resides in Atlanta, Georgia. Hisfather and stepfather are buried in the Episco-pal cemeterr, in Pendleton ; my mother is bur-ied in Pilatka, Fla. She was the daughter ofthe n Judge rutnam,of that State."Mr. Calhoun, at this time, wore the watch thatbelonged to his grandfather. It was an

open face English hunting goldwatch. It was made by Tobias, Liverpool. Onthe outside of the ease was an engraving of ahunting scene, with a dog and rabbit in theforeground. Inside the case these words wereengraved: "John C. Calhoun, born in SouthCarolina, March 13th, 172. Died, Washing-to- n

City, D. a, March 31st, ISA." Mr. Cal-

houn became Insane while In Nevada, and wassent to Stockton from Esmeralda County, in thatState.

A Texaa editor writes thus plainly: The'solid south' was met by a 'solid north and weare tbeirV for four years, and for all time tocome, too, if we don't go to work, open school-houses- L

and atop talking so raaeb," That "lonehora" is hitting mighty close to the nail head.

James. A. Garfield i the third President ofthe United States who began Ufa as a schoolteacher. The others were Millard Fillmore andFranklin Pierre.

HORACE GREELEY'S BROTHER.A Ldvs Visit I tfc Old fireeleT Fa raw. Ii

Krle Camatr, Pa. Tk 4?rcat Editor LatYils III Brother am Oface-Meclt- cr lie raceCirca II in ? Practical Advice.

Titcsville, Pa., Nov. k Twenty-thre- e milesfrom here, on one of the barren knobs of ErieCounty, lives Nathan Barnes Greeley, the oulybrother of Horace Greeley. y I visitedhim at his home. Leaving the cars on the NewYork, Pennsylvania and Ohio Railroad, at Cor-r-

Pa., a ride of five miles over a road wretched even for a country highway, brought me tothe "old Greeley farm," as it is called by theneiguiMirs.

"Horace Greeley's brother lives in the firsthouse on the top of the hill, after you pass thechee.se factory, said a native, and I watchedanxiously for the cheese? factory, and for tho hill.The country was verv ioor. The farms throughwhich I drove were, I think, among the very

in the Mate. I saw but two conilortaMoitoorcst farm houses on the way. Pacd thecheese factory, aud on the top of tho hill I sawa tumble-dow- n house to the right of the road,and a very poor barn nearly facing it on the left.This house on th right was the Greeley home-stead, where Barnes Greeley now lives, wheruHorace Greeley passed some of his boyhood days,aud where his father and mother both died. Itis a miserable looking place for the home of thebrother of Horace Greeley. Kervth!ug aboutthe farm has a tumble-dow- n look. The old barnis iu bad repair, the fences are down, aud thehouse, a wooden structure,is decidedly shabhv. The hou.se Is old fashioned,having been built many years ago. A deepporch runs the entire, length of it. There is al-most as much room mi the porch as there is iuthe house. A wagon, partly tilledwith pumpkins aud potatoes, stood out in thorain in the frontward. An old man iu Curry hadsaid to me: "Barnes Greeley is a mighty poorfarmer," and a glance at tho premise told hewas right.

There was no fence in front of the house, whichstood back a short distance, and, the mud beingankle deep, I drove up to the door. An old man,gray and ragged, ivmed up from an inside cellardoor, with a basket on his arm. Ho was talland spare, slightly stooped. His garb, at firstsight, on accouut of a ragged ocrcoat, and atorn felt hat, appeared shabbier than the aver-age farmer wears about home.

"Is this where Mr. Greeley lives I""Yes, sir.""Is he at home V

"I am Mr. Greeley."I told him I had come twenty-thre- e miles to

see the brother of Horace Greeley. This seemedto please the old man, who is nearly seventy,aud, 1.1 though it was raining, he took off historn hat, and, lowing, said:

"Well, here I am."The removal of his hat made him look quite a

ditferentmau, and I saw at once a close resem-blance to his illustrious brother. He has a headshaped like Horace's, and almost as bald. Hewears a full, long licard, which shows traces ofhavin-- Uen sandr. bnt is now unite srar.

The old man showed me into the house, threwhis ragged overcoat on the porch, and gave methe In'st of the three chairs in the room, whichwere all more or less rickety. The npiearauceof the room denoted ahsolntf want. There wasnothing iu it but the three broken chairs and aruty cooking stove. The room had been plas-tered, but the plastering had fallen off, ImiIIifrom the walls and ceiling, leaving the lath

I looked fura picture of Horace ou thewall, but there was no picture of any kind. Theroom appeared to lm sitting room, dining room,aud kitchen, nil in one. The floor was bare, andnot tery clean. A little girl cameiu and stared at me before Mr. Greeley joinedme. I asked if he was Miss Greeley, and Imsaid: "Yes, mam."

When Mr. Greeley eame in, he took a chairwithout a back, and leaned against the wall.With his overcoat off, I saw he was dressed in asuit of brown jeans, consisting of pants and a"wamuins." Tlu?"w animus" reached just to thetop of tho trousers, and fitted him tight aroundthe waist, and was loose across the breast. Theold gentleman gave mc his views ou the politicalsituation, ami itm it cry glibly and intelligent-ly. "I am," said he, ""a Greenbaeker, cleanthrough. 1 will have nothing to do with eitherof the old parties. One harps alont the SolidSouth, and the other the bloody shirt, for thereason that they dare not discuss the real issuesItefore the people." He then gave me what heconsidered to be the issue that ought to go re

the people, which was simply the Greenbackdoctrine of finance.

I asked him for some reminiscences of HoraceGreeley, as a boy at home, hut lie knew but lit-tle alHiut his childhood. Horace had left home,when quite young, and he saw him ohly at longintervals. When Horace came to the Greeleyhomestead, w here Barnes Greeley now lives, hewas alMiut nineteen years old. He remained onthe farm bnt a short time. "He had a blacksore ou his shin," said Mr. Greeley, "and he de-voted mo-- of his time to doctoring that. It wasa pretty bad sore, and Horace was afraid of it.I remember, he attempted to help us ou thofarm, but he was very awkward. He was aboutas awkward aud useless on the farm as 1 would

a printing nPJce. No, indeed; what Hor-ace Greeley knew about farming, at that time,was michty little."

"Did he ever know much alxmt farming f"'He was a Itook farmer. He had studied the

subject a great deal, and was an enthusiast. He"?!"" ry, ,in" ""I" '" 1,i Mllfa n:i, but they all cost him far mure thau theywere worm, ascveryuooy knows.

Horace's visits home were very rare. He mayhave returned twice, I was told that he camehome to attend the funeral of his mother, whodied some fifteen jearsigo. His father, whosefirst name wasEzckiel, died twehe j ears ago.

Itarues Greeley related this incident to me:"When Lincoln was elected, I took a notion thatI would like to have the appointment of mailagent on one of our local mads. The salary was$1,CU0 a year, which was a big thing for me. Ikuew Horace could get me the appointment. Isnent some money travelling around aud gettiugrecommendations, and I succeeded in gettingwhat I thought was sufficient. I had lettersfrom a number of leading business men alougthe route, as well as from the party men, andthese I forwarded to Horace, with a letter askinghim to help me. What do yon suppose he didfHe wrote back, returning my recommendations,with the information, penned in his owu hand,that he could get the appointment for me, with-out the slightest trouble, but that he didn't wantto do it. He wanted me to stick to the farm.He said I was the only boy at home, and hethought it best tbat I should stay there. I wroteback, and explained to him that I could be athome quite frequently; that at that time thosalary of $I,0U a year would help me out veryconsiderably; that another party hail offered totake tho position for $500 a year. I wound npbv urging hi m to help me to the appointment.Ilis reply was this: If another man offers to dothis sen ice for &UU, aud you expect $I,UU0, thatis an excellent reason why you should nut haveit. If you had it the Government would be los-ing $Z0U a year. Iu the same letter he tuade methis proposition: 'Stay on tbe old farm, and ifI do not raise more corn this year on two acresthan you do ou ten acres, I will give you 8100.Not being in a position to myself, I stayedon the farm, aud accepted his proposition. Ipicked out ten acres of as good ground as I had,aud planted it in corn. He planted two acres.When we measured np in the fall, I had beatenhim jnst twenty-fil- e bushels of ears, and he sentme his check for $100." Cincinnati Enquirer,

Tnr. Hkirs or Mart Stvart. On Saturdaylast at the "court, I noticedlhe Prince of Walesstudying English historr, as read through theimaginative spectacles of Schiller and the Hon.Lewis Wingtield. Closely, critically, and en-thusiastically, he watched the curious page ofour English life that was unfolded before him,and I wonder if this curious thought struck himwhen he went ronnd for his wonted entr'acte ci-

garette that ofHenry VIII. and Elizalieth, notone single descendant Is alive, and that be, him-self is the eleventh in direct decent from poor,much abused Marie Stuart! Nay, more, throughtho marriage with Frederick, of Prussia, thePrincess of Wales has also some Stuart blood inher veins, and if yon think it ont yon will findthat, with the exception of Turkey, every reign-ing royal family in Europe cau be traced to thebeautiful woman who was beheaded in Fother-inga- y,

somethingovcr three centuries ago. Whata ennons freak of history it was that broughtthe descendants of Sophia and the "beautifulQueen of Bohemia to reign in England whenthe elder line waa exhausted. London ran.

Right ix the Etc A correspondent fromParis writes concerning a curious operation per-formed by Nelaton, the eminent French surgeon.Speaking of one upon whom he had operated forcataracts, he said: "I operated npon him, hutdid not endeavor to fix the eye. I made a punc-ture near the external part of tbe cornea. I in-troduced the knife. The patient was seizedwith a nervous trembling, and turned the eyetowards the internal angle of the orbit, and thecornea was hidden. I attempted central punc-ture. I tried to bring hack the cornea; tbeextremity of my instrument broke. The frag-ment fell Into the interior chamber, between thecornea and the iris. Should I withdraw the In-

strument? But this would be to resume tbe oper-ation. Neither could I have this foreign bodythere. I thought the best plan to pursue wouldbe to continue the operation by cutting the cor-nea with the sharp angle of the instrument, Imade the section; the crystalline fell oat; thefragment of the knife remained. I took a smallscoop and searched for it, found, and withdrewit. The patient is cured.

Jat Gould gobbling more railroads. Insa-tiate man, cormorant, ostrich-stomac- h, pauseand digest what you have swallowed beforebolting new miles of Iron track and rollingstock, and gorging yourself afnah. "aaAriJcJaffricua.

It secerns impossible to get word conveyed totbe Democratic managers that the election .IsOTerv Atlantic Comttiwio.

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GOOD-BY- OLD YEAS.BT MM. B. WaTKIX.

Call tbe sexton, open the crave.Let tm bare ear dea4Bnrr tbe bopea, thehir. the atrlftaTbat bare blossomed and Uoraalathe battle of life;Tbonb sometime tbe fruit ere butvr uyleed.Let na bury tbrm deep, anJ Tip! Veen,With boptFur tbe new With Dear, of tbe romui; Tear.

Who la tbe Sexton t 014 Father Time.lie dfi the TTes ef maar bwpe.And he swing bis wjihe with mystical rbrme;Hay by day pljln; bu task,

tct a mmuent. no matter who asks ;X4 always rrow of death In hi path.Life Jwtlr death, ami irrir will nrinf,As the reaper patth. Alaa,aLi!Aa tbe eyrie, near.Haw maar hope freexe int tear.And tbe fruit me plurkeit. with perfect trust.Proves bka the apple ef Sudum dast.

And tbe new year cornea. aodtheChristmaarnlaiesBrine ! fur all tbone lutin; line :

reaee on es to. will to men.Better than all of eartblr ken,I the prtwUM niatle in tbuNe word o trne:Better fr n, better for jon.That OM Father Time, La bi romln and enlaz.Ha ent na do n, in his rvuatle mowinz,ThanJh Uf year ttnd na without belieftir lb i est tAWtbnwl In th7beu tun s lost is eternity.

frmd-bye- . old year, we shall know Ten nn more;We bare shaken bands and rkwed the door.And B&bt shall Tamsh. and day draw nlph.And the nd of rejoicis be heard onAnd tbe new earll brine, in bis new nedtslwlog.Premise of blMUtttm. promise of with,lromlM of plenty, promise of trvth ;Hand in hand, with smile and tears,

w ly made bridal. Cower strewn biers tAll and eiefj thins cnd once moreInto ocr Urea niot aacrrd store.

Good bye, old year. Ere the roming on xnInto it dotage, which one of us knowWhat psc of life" Journey for n wiQ be turned I(tod only - Let us rest ,Whatever it U, He knoweth be-- L

NASBY.

CoxKEiintTX Rorw(Wich is in the State uv Kentucky,

IJecemoeru,Kismcsdt, III., Novemlwr JT, l(w). Petroleum

V. Nasby; DeK Sir We, the uuderaigned, havingbeen roiiftant readers of your letter for aoine time,and observing tbat you were greatly in need of aclean shirt, me take the liberty of presenting vou oue.that we hope will giv entire satisfaction. We hopeto hear from you aoon.

De. W. O. Smith.It W. SUIT!',J. K.O. N.t.LO. F. PltKEBINO,L.L.IoLU5T.B.

Therwuz a shirt enclosed, but it wuz likeHancock in the last elecshen, and Dimekraticsuccess generally, very utnch too short for anypractikle yoose. Ther may hev bin a period iumy life wen I cood hev worn sich a shirt, butat' present ritin, a five foot eight man, weighinabout V, cau't git hisself into a shirt six incheslong, and correspond inly wide.

I felt wen I looked at it, jist ez I did wen Iwuz reedin tho eleckshun returns. This six incha flare is a shirt, but It is too small for any yooewatever, tho it is a shirt all the same. The

is a party, all complete from a candidatefor the Presidency to a Nashnel Committy, butit priNivetl itself to lie too short at Imth eends,ami not wide enuff across the middle, and wuznv no erthlv akkonut.

Still, I thank the doners hartily. A si v. inchshirt, tho it be but a reminiseuce uv a shirt,wimnI lie Itetter than none at all to a man wichwuz pertikeleralHiut shirts.

But for me it is nv no yon. I ware a shirtoccasionally, when it is handy to procoor em.but l never traveiett ou siuris. nen l amwalkin at 12 at tute, and I set a line full uv em,I am not alwve horrrrin one, or perhaps two,aud r en yeeld to the prcjodis uv onr eiviliza-shu- n

by puttin em on, but I keer very little forem. the prinsiple good tuevare too me, is tospout em at Bascom's for the aetooal uecessitysn v life. I hev kept Hacom in shirts formauyycers.

At the corners, I very seldom ware a siurt, lorone 1 oozes cast by puttin on strh tri!I. Tbeman showin a w liite shirt at t he Corners i takenfor a Kepublikin, espeshly ef it is eleen.

When laiugoin out spcakiu in the Eat, 1

snccuni to prrjoodis enuff to put on a paper col-

lar, hutnoshirt isnessary. I her a vest cut closeabout the throte, and pin a paper collar insidethe collar uv the vet, onto the under-shir- t. Efmy finances, or opiortoonitiett for borrerin T nvclose lines, arc mi limited that I hev no nmler-shir- t,

I pin it onto the inside nvthe collar uvthe vest. The shirt is then understood, it U d,

ami yoo git along jUt ez well.Wat is the yoo of a shirt, anyway f It don't

give no warmth, and only a few square inchesuv it shows. Ther is three jards uv cotton anda yard uv linneu yoosed up jist for the littlesqnare that shows at the buzuui. Ef oo muttshow 1 in nen in front, why not hev a little squarenv linueu pinned onto the inside nv tho etwher it opeus, and save all the restt

The fact i", ther is altogetIvr too much wastidin this world. The bodies and fronts uv shirts,w irh are totally nuties.tary, eot ez much ez theskool sisteni, the skool sistem liii unnessary.Inezmuch ez it rooins the Dimokratic party, Iwood do away with that. Tliee two strougpints ur the 'Kepublikin party .bolisht, therwood beennff surplus in a jeer to pay the Nash-n-

dct, aud giv every man iu Kentucky a barlurnoo whisky, and her enuff over to slackwa-te-r

Seceshu Crik, and make the Cross Koadsaimportant pint.

Ther are other extravagancies wich we indulgein, on which I mite dwel, but it is nnnessary.Wat we want to do, is to git down to the

our fathers, and lee ve the unnessariesalone, that we may hev the means to hev a

supply uv nesaaries.Ef I hev euy more admirers in Illiuoy wich

waut to send me testimonials, let em omit shirtsand sich, anddosuthin $ooseful forme. Let emsend me a n jug uv Illinoy whisky.They must pack it iu a nale-ka- for a jng neverwood reech me. It wood be stolen afore it gothart-wa- y from the deim at Seceshnville. Thiswillbesuthin that will be comfort in, and willgive me a better opiuyun uv my fellers, and abroader 'jen uv our common hoomanity.

Phtrollcm V. Nasbt,(Expectant.)

The Hon. A, 0. Porter as "fugitive Slave.The following, told by a correspondent, a long

time ago, at Hanover, Ind., and taken from anold paper, gives an incident in the career of Al-

bert G. Porter, while a student at Hanover:One morning there turned up in the illage a

'likely yonng negro, for whom a reward of jAWwas offered. Soon Wright, Kay, and Hall wereon their track famous hunters of men in thosedays. Some of the boys detenuieed to throwthem off the scent ; so with a pot of lampblackand a suitable apparel, young Porter, of smooth,round face, large mouth, thick litis, ami curlyhair, became a genuine African, lie was caughtand firmly held by the "Word was

to Kay and Hall, who left the scentwhen hot npon the real African, and returnedto Hanover. The countenance of Hall was ra-

diant with joy when he grasped the arm of Por-

ter, remarking, 2uU secure. Porter playedhis part admirably, telling of his master, hisrunning away and his desire to return, and thathe had enough of freecdom all In unmistakableAfrican. Hall conveyed him to, ami securelylocked him in a room of his house. The Imijsgathered alstiut, requesting Hall to exhibit hisnegro. After a time he entered to find, not his

but in his place a white man. Theight broke slowlv through his bewildered sen-

ses, but the sitnation was entirely clear when lieheanl the uproarious jeers of the bojs. Mean-

while the real African hail sped on his waysafely on the road to Canada. Lnfayttte Courier.

A Wisk Druggist I'krvcxtb Suicide; A

citizen in a high state of excitement rushed IntoPolice Headquarters In Hoboken, yesterdayafternoon, and informed the sergeant on dutythat a man bad committed suicide, and was thenking on the sidewalk, in Third street. Twoofficers were sent out. 'They found a stalwartGerman, six feet high, lying on the sidewalk,and writhing in apparent agony. The officerscarried him to the station house, where he gavehis name as Bernard Kock, and said he hadswallowed a dose of arsenic A bottle contain-ing whiskey, and a vial, partly filled withwhite powder and labeled arsenic, were foundin his pockets. A physician being summoned,he examined the powder, and found it to bechalk. Tbe druggist, whose name waa on thelabel, was questioned, and said that tbe mancame into the store in a high state of excite-ment, and asked for arsenic, but, suspecting hisdesign, he gave him powder. Kock was lockedup fur safe keeping. Sew York Time.

Haseisox, of Indiana, tells goodstory on himself, tbat illustrates one of tbe pe-culiarities of what is known as "popular govern-ment. During the campaign of lr7t,whcnhewas running against Blue- Jeans Williams forthe Governorship, General Harrison was one dayli lin? with Senator Morton.

"Ben, said Morton, "yon most take off thosekid gloves. So long as yoa wear them yon willfail to win the hearts of tbe people.

And it will be remembered that Blue Jeanscarried the day.

"Bex. Hareisox is the coming man for theSenate from Indiana. He may occupy, but can-

not fill Mr. McDonald's seat Arkana$ Gazette.It is true that Ben. Harrison Is the coming man,and It Is true that in one sense he cannot till Mr.McDonald's seat, but then the people are notconcerned about tbe size of that part of a Sena-tor that goes to fill a seat. LomUHUc Commer-

cial.

CoxcEtucixa the flood of circulars just now, aladr writes: "I think if tbe shop-keep- a real-ized what an annoyance it Is to have the door-bc.- Il

rung naif a dozen times an hoar, as minewas yesterday, they would saTe th expecae aadtrouble of thus advertising, and confine taeirfavors to tbe a,

THE riKKY aVPPLE-JAC-

nr Mad Where I be1 Bcrerace I TInde, aadWhat ie Dae With It.MlpntETOWx, N. V., October 31, This Is a

great apple year in Orango County. Orchardshave their "bearing years, ono year the treesbeing loaded with frnlt, and the next tho appleslieing scarce. The even yenrs are tho Waringones in Orango County. Since l?7"i, the crophas not been so large as it is this season. JIanyof the orchards of this County are of migraftcdtrees, aud consequently tho products of apploJuice are very large. There U more applo whis-key made in Orange County than in any otherCounty in the Union. The average annual dis-tillation is G0,U0t) gallons, which yields a Gov-ernment revenue of about cv0,0U. There is asmuch apple whiskey made in this County ss

beverage, and it is said to have ongiuated there.In Ir?7C, the last "apple-jack-" year, there wereIU,JS7 gallons of the liquor mad in the Sate,y,W0 of which were the produtt of OrangoCounty. The year lsT showed the largestamount of apple whiskey ever distilled In onoyear in tho County, and. the singular freak ofnature that toads the apple trevswtth fruit onoyear, and makes them almost barren the next, Ugnen an apt illustration by the yield of I'maliove year, and that of the one following it InliT-2-

, Orange County 1 (Milled 10!,G17 gallons ofapple wlibker. In 173, the total pmdnctivuwas I:,ftJ grllons.

The process of applo whiskey I prim-itive and simple. Scattered in all part? ofOrango County are dilapidatcd-Iookui- g sh:l",generally located in good "natural fritc li-

tres. Whenever one of these sheds is found, i:slocation will be on a hill-sid- Farther up tt-hi- ll

ia cider mill aud press. Between tho (n.:aud tho shed are tanks or vats of d:tr z.

Cider mill and press vats and Cel,cou&titute an apple-jac-k .

of oue is a description of all. TV, tu-- e

capacity of 100 to 3,000 gallons. To th se stiltstho farmer carts his apples in tho fu.the natural fruit, gralted fruit that urpt fr ntthe trees is used wheu tho crop is not vcr Lir-- .

In plentiful seasons like the present, the choir stvarieties of grafted fruit are carried to the t: iU,

as they cannot be diposti! of mtb profit iuany other way. As a geueral thing, apples ta-ken to the stills are worth from fifteen to twentycents a bushel to the fanner. This year tha bestfruit in tho orchards were delivered for from fiveto seven cents a bushel. The fanner receiveshis pay in cash, cider and whiskey, as he choos-es. If he takes whiskey, the fanner is obligedto pay the Government tax of ninety crnta a gal-lon, before he cau take it away from tho still.Apples from all orchards are diimpod together atthe distillery, unless a fanuer has selected hiswhisker made fnmi that alone. Whi-ke- y madefrom selected fniit is much superior to that ofthe general distilling, and as theavragoOruugCounty farmer is a counoisM-u- r in this matter ofappto-jaek- , his f4vori!ele!eragc,thod4til'atiotiof special brands for individuals U carried ouquite extensively.

The distilling of apple whitkot is a simpleprocess. The apples are gronnd by r.

The mill and force heingelcvated alovo the vatsthe juice runs from the pumice through conduitsinto the vats Them no pumping is required.The cider is left in the vats until it reaches itcertain stage uf fermentation, which is called''getting ripe. It requires great skill iu tbodi.ttiller to know just when this critical momentarrives. Delay iu removing the alcohol by dis-tillation, when the cider is ripe, is fatal to thoyield of apple-jac- and the distiller has only astock of vinegar on hand, as the remit. Iu theshed mentioned is the "still. This is a largecopper kettle, t, snnninuted by a coil ofIiijie. that tae through a tank of cold water.

the kettle a slow tiro is kept goinj, sothat an eveu temperature is maintained. Trnmtthe vats the eider is let into the kettle, wherethe steady heat converts it into vnior. Thispasses through the cold roil of pie above, whichcondenses it, and it Is discharged into recepta-cles, the pure apple-jac- It is much almvnproof, however, and tleties even the irou-cla- d

stomach of the Orango County granger. Fromthe cider that casts olf this fiery tompound.-sttl-lother yields are obtained, simply by increasingthe heat beneath the copper kettle. Wheu appl-

e-jack comes from the still, it is white. It isreduced to the proper strength, ami is unfit fornse until it is a year old. Even then it biteth solike the serpent, that only tho toughest drinkerscau tarry long with it. It improves with age,and after a few years takes on a pale yellow hutsThere are tricks known to the distiller and deal-er by which tbe appearance uf old apple-jac-k isgiven to new, and the profit on its safe greatlyincreased. Dried jieaches, turned to a crisp,and added to the liquor, even though it 1m justfrom the. still, will cm it this golden glow ofyears. Sugar, skillfully bumed, will hatn thesame effect. But there is nothing that will takuthe sting out of the leverage but gi nnlue age.

Apple whiskey is worth jI.W at the still, onan average. As the liquor increases in age, itshrinks largely, ami becomes more precious everyyear. At its best, the liquor brings from $4 tS: a gallon, although there are hundreds ofgallons now stored in farmers cellars throughoutOrange County, that will readily fetch 10 agallon. Apple-jac-k Is the favorite tipple iuOrange and Sussex Counties, aud the nativeslook with surprise at the stranger who sas hodoesn't liko the leverage. A peculiarity of thowhiskey is its facility of making Its way at onesto tho head of the novice that tampers with it,and the reluctance with which it takes its lea-iO- .

A half gill of apple-jac-k will climb to the he-- -!

of a man that is not used to it, in less than tenseconds. His face gets red, and feels a.s tftt wssunburned. When he shuts his eye, ha sees ahnndred torchlight processions charging at h.:nten abreast. If he takes twodriu's,hj cot-- . ;induced to east his vote with the KeJ!.:brraor do anything else that would cause htaisl::if.He may sleep all night ami all dy, but wfc uhe awakes up, he will find himvlf dniuU r t r iwhen he lay down. For three days hi he-- al

will buzz as if a swann of bees had'bern hiv. din it, and he will be ready toswear that no Statebut the one that produced a Kolieson end a Kilpatrick could possibly havr been capable of d. --

covering apple-jac- Yet Orango CViuty getaway with a giMxl many thoiisaud gul!.iwof Ievery year, and nobody seems to 15 wcr.sfor it. Aeic IVrifc World.

"A PICAYUKE SMEI.LIKO MATCH."

A Rriniairnr. Krtotlrd br OrnrrBl Grnnt.Arrival In Wa.bingf.n.The arrival of General Orant Iiaa cslloj up a

few jilrataot reminUcenrci in CoiircMloiia! fl.

Tlie KrptUicam overlieanl a vi Seran Demo-cratic IEepreJufiitatiTO recounting to a nettnemlier his exjirrieucc in inveMigatinjj GeueralGrant. Saul lie: "I waicait ou thoronnnittetifur inmtigatins npnlitloni In the Xavy

Our committee railed mi Secretaryfliomieton, laboring umler a very unmouncilimpreHion that ve hail the liulgf on him in thatlittle matter of tranxportiug General Grant onUnited States men of war. 1 naiil :

"Jlr. Secretary, what authority hail joti fi.rincurring the expenw of tranximttingGetieralGrant acrmw the Mediterranean on hi warEaitf

"He replied, 'I o.nme that anthoritr, sir.'" Hut,' aaid I, 'where did you get tbo moneyinim i

" Krom my contingent fund,' wa the reply.Jut then it llaAhed npon me aa big a a haytack, that we hail the ancient mariner on the

hip, bnt he interrupted me and said, 'You per.hap do not fully understand this matter. WhenourveMrUarecrnining we keep np iiteam, andour ejpenies are relatively about the samethronghout. When General Grant was carriedarrow the Mediterranean, the actual eot of thovoyage was $31.05 for harbor due.' When thesewords fell on my ear, I Jumped to my feet, andsaid, 'By G , Mr. Secretary, lfore I will beidentified with any such picayune smellingmatch as this I'll pay that pitiful nm ont of myown pocket."' II us isgton Rrpmblicam.

A Scholar's Advice to a School Girl.Some fourteen years ago, the young niece ofa

lady from whom we heard the. story, was Intro-duced by her escort to a gentleman, and left Inhis care for awhile. The stranger, finding shewas just retnrnnig from school, asked about herreading. She owned that it was almost entirely fiction. He expressed regret about this, and .asked if she would allow him to give hei a listof books widely he was snre, she would find. ofinterest, cue wimugiy axnruieo, and ne wroiaout the names of twenty works on different sub-jects. The yonng lady thought the titles lookedrather unpromising, but when her companionwent through the list, giving her a synopsis ofeach with so much clearbess and enthusiasmthat her interest was thoroughly roused, shereadily promised to read them, aud, what Ismore, kept the prouUMe, and began a new life,mentally, from that time. "And what did yoasay was tbe name of the gentHman T" asked herannt, when she told her of the cirenmstancr."General Garfield, Auntie, General James A.Garfield. Have yoa ever heard of him V9 "XoI do not think I ever have." "Well, yon maydepend npon it, yoa will hear of him sometime.Auntie," was the reply. And sho has heard ofhim. Clicago Jdtact.

WltlLX a boy was bathing at tbe opening ofchannel connecting the Fountain of the Virginand the Pool of Siioam, at Jerusalem, ho discov-ered a rock upon which were graven annmberofi'bamician characters. They are small, andfinely wrought, but, unfortunately, not deeylycut. Part of the stone U submerged and Wddeaby a silicato deposit. After the channel babeen drained, and the deptiit carried sway itIs expected that considerable light on-- the to--,

pography of Jerusalem will theryby bo gained,

Jcdoe TorJtaw, author ol "A Fcol'a Errand,"is of medium height, weighing- aboLt 150 poonds.--a- nd

has dark hair and eyes. He is supposed to,bare promising political tuturo before--hi- la, VColorado. --' ;,