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fwt gmteirewknt Itosspiro', (kwM fir fwitw. §,kkmt$, a»«t tto ppmimttioit »i g«al §em Voil, Youngsville, N. Y,, August 14,1868. No. 21. ®lw jlJoal \ Is P ublished W eek l y , at Y O U N G S V ILLE, SU L L . CO., N. Y. MORGANS & CHILDS, Editors and Publishers. Terms. One Dollar a year iu advance. NO BABY IN TH E H O U S E . No baby :n the house I know— ’Tis far too nice and clean; No toys by careless fingers strewn Upon the floors are seen. No finger marks are on the pane 3 , No scratches on the chairs. No wooden men set np in rows, , Or marshaled off in pairs; No little stockings to Ire darned, All raaged at the toes. No pile of mending to be done, M-ide up o\ bab, clothes; N o little troubles to be soothed, No litt e hands t->o fold. No grimy fingers to be washed, No stories to be told; No tender kisses to be given, No nicknames, “Clove,” and “Mouse;” No merry frolics after tea— No baby in .the house SC A T T E R TH E FL O W E R S . The following poem was composed by Mr J. r Barker, on the occasion of the decoration of le soldier’s graves in Buffalo, o Tenderly, tenderly scatter them, The white, the blue and the red; Scatter the sweetest and fairest, Scatter the freshest and dearest, Scatter when love is the purest, Over the hero dead Silently, silently scatter them, W et with the dev/s of the morn; Never a word is spoken, Never the deep silence broken, This is love's tendcrest token Over the brave ones gene. rTnorfnl 1 'v * The sw e e S t end dearest we bring, Plucked from love’s delicate bowers, Plucked in the sweet morning hours, Fragrant and well tended flowers— “Children of beautiful Spring. Thoughtfully, thoughtfully scatter them, Under the sky of God, Fragrant their memory liveth, Sweet is the perfume it giveth. Gentle the murmur that breatheth Over the precious sod. Joyfully, joyfully scatter them, Sad though the pleasure he; Beaut ful blossoms will wither, Blessings they bought live ever, Fadeth their memory never. On this dear heme of the free. He who feels his own deficiencies will be a charitable man for his own sake. If we had not within ourselves the principle of bliss, we could not become blessed. The germ of heaven lies in the breast, as the germ of the blossom lies in the shut seed. Abstemiousness and frugality are the best bankers. t They show a handsome interest, a n d ' never dishonor a draft drawn on them by their, humblest cast omers. ____________________ W hen Dr. H. and Sergeant A were walking arm in arm, a wag says to a friend. “Those two are just equal to one highwayman.” “ Why so?” was the response. “ Because,” rejoined the wag, “ I t is a lawyer and a doctor—your money or your life.” The Norfolk Day Book tells a story of a sentry in the so-called, who was placed on guard to watch a certain post. The adjutant came along and attempted to pass. The gallant soldier cried out; “ Halt, I am century here, and if you don’t dismount and give the counterpin, I ’ll make you reform the whole Ire volution of tick-tacks in short order.” It is needless to say the solitary horseman “come down ” A parson who had a scolding wife, one day brought home a brother clergy man to dinner. Having gone into a separate apartment to talk to his spouse about the repast, she attacked and abused him for bringing a parcel of idle fellows to eat up their income The parson provoke l at her behavior, said in a prettyloud tone: “If it were not for the stranger, I would give you a good drubbing.” “O h !” cried the visitor, “I beg you will make no stranger of m e !” TH E C O Q U E T T E ’S PU N ISM E N T . “Is that your final answer F annie?” “It is, Mr. Burton.” And there might have been observed the slightest possible curl on the lip of the haughty beauty “ But consider, Fannie; have you not led me to think that you cared for me—that you loved me, in fact—and would one day become my wife?” “No, Mr. Bnrton; I am not aware that I have done so; and now, I think we have had q uite enough o f this, sir, and I will bid you good evening.” “Very well, be it as you will. Good evening, Miss Shapleigh;” and lifting his hat, Charles Burton turned and walked quietly away. The above scene took place not many years ago, in the quiet village of A ----- —. Fannie Shapleigh had long been a resident of the village. Charles Bur ton had come to the place within a year, but m the short time he had been there he had learned to love Fannie Shapleigh well; but she in­ stead of accepting the noble heart thus laid at her feet, had played the part of the coquette, deluding herself in the belief that she might toy with his heart as she wished But yet she had loved him; had not meant to drive him from her, but imagined that the slightest word or sign would recall him ro her side. But her trifling had at length become unbearable, and they had parted. The youna girl remained as if in a dream until Charles had turned a cor­ ner and was lost to view; then she suddenly started up. looking wildly around, and exclaiming; “ Oh, what have I done! I cannot have driven him away! Surely he will come back! But, oh, I never saw him look so stern before; aud I love him so!” Thus sobbing and wringing her hand, she took her way toward the house, and afterwards many were the long, weary days spent in watching for the man who did not come. Five years have passed. Again we meet Miss Shapleigh. This time she is found in the parlor of her home, seated with her mother and quietly engaged upon some nee­ dle-work. A close observer rhight have seen a tear steal slowly down her cheek and fall upon her work “Come, my daughter, cheer up. Do not look so downhearted Why are you always mourning over that old beau? Forget him, and perhaps you will find another at the party to­ night.” “ Mother, I wish to find no other I never loved but one, and that was Charles. I drove him from me by my cruelty. I can never love another.” “Well, I don’t see why you should make such a great fuss about him; he was only a poor man at the best,” said her mother, as she rolled up her work and left the room. Through these five long years Fan- nie had remembered Charles Burton. People had! said it was strange that Fannie had not married, and that she had been a different girl since Burton had left the locality so suddenly. And indeed she was changed From the day Charles Burton had left the vil­ lage, the lively, sparkling girl had become a quiet and retired woman, shunning society, and receiving no company; but on the day that we meet her again, her mother had pre­ vailed on her to attend a social party, given in the village. It was said that a very gifted young author would attend this party; one who had won for himself within a few years great fame. Evening at last arrived. Mrs Shapleigh and her daughter presented themselves early at Mrs. Nelson’s. They were imraeadiately ushered into the large parlor, where th -y found that three-quarters of the guests, had already arrived. Fannie had been presented to sev­ eral of those present, when, standing near the door, talking with her hostess and running her eyes restlessly over the company, slje observed at a little distance a tall, distinguished looking gentleman talking with a group of persons. Her heart beat high as she thought she recognized her former lover “ Mrs. Nelson, who is that tall gentleman near the window yonder?” she asked. “Ah. yes, my dear,” said Mrs. Nel­ son, smiling, “that is mv nephew, Mr. Burton I meant to have pre­ sented him before. Charles, this way please,” said she, calling to him. He immediately came forward. “ Fannie, my nephew, Air. Burton; Charles, Miss bhajdeigh.” Oh, how tumultuously her heart throbbed! After a few moments .conversation their hostess left them, and Mr Bur­ ton offered his arru for a promt nade. Pa-sing through f!ie crowded rooms, leaning on the arm -of him she had loved through so many long years, what contending emotions swayed through her heart! They enter the conservatory, and found a seat She had indeed found her 'lover Or, no—perhaps he had changed; perhaps he no longer cared for her. But she would tell him all—how she had ever loved him, and how deeply she had regretted allowing her false pride to overmaster her Perhaps she would reclaim him—he would love her, and they would yet be happy. He at length spoke: “Oh, Gnariej, tfavv /'Indeed found you at last ?” 6he said, placing her hand lovingly on his arm. ‘‘Oh, you know not how wearily the years have passed away since I drove you from me, and how many times I have re­ pented of that cruel act. But I loved you through all, Charles; and, after long years, I have at last found you: aud now, Charles, speak to me, tell me that you forgive me, that you love me still, and that we shall yet be happy.” Charles Burton looked grave, as he answered: “I loved you once, Miss Shapleigh, as women are seldom loved I laid my heart at your feet, and you cruelly toyed with it and drove me from you. For a year I wandered hither and thither, and thought that there was little more of happiness for me in this world. At the end of that time I found something to console me— a something that healed the gaping wound. A sweet maid loyed me, and sympathized with me in the time of my adversity. In time I learned to love her. That lady is now my wife, and we are happy I forgive you freely and fully for all the suffering you have caused me; but as to being happy together, that is passed.” Fannie Shapleigh scarcely heard him so agitated was she. She soon re­ covered, however, and rising, bade him good-evening, and left the room. She lived to be what people call, “an old maid,” while Charles Burton and his loving wife live h ippily to gether, enjoying the fruits of his lit­ erary labors. H u m a n F o s s i l s . Seven more skeletons of human beings who are supposed to have lived long before the prervnt geological era of the earth, and consequently before the period assigned in our ordinary chronology to the creation, have been discovered in France. The locality — 0 is a spot opposite the station of Eyzies, in the commune of Tayac, department of the Dordogne. Two of the skele tons were destroyed by the ignorant laborers who unearth’d them but 5 were preserved, and their skulls have been sent to Paris for examination by men of science. The circumstances at tending their discovery, the peculiari­ ties of their structure, and the natme of the formal position in which^they were buried, will doubtless soon be published to the world, E t i q u e t t e o f I n t r o d u c t i o n . There are many persons, says an exchange, who would do almost any­ thing rather than introduce persons to each other. Many are so embarassed in the attempt as to suddenly forget the name of one or the other party, oftentimi’s of both. There are certain rnles of etiquette in regard to intro­ ductions, which, if studied, would les­ sen in a great degree, the embarass- ment consequent upon the performance of the ceremony To introduce persons who are unknown to each other, is to undertake a serious responsibility, and always involves the endorsement to each of the respectability of the other. The resposnibllity should never be undertaken without first ascertaining whether it will be acceptable to both to become acquainted Always introduce the gentleman to the lady— never the contrary. This rule is to be observed everywhere; socially or otherwise. The chivalry of etiquette assumes that the lady is invariably the superior of the right of sex, aud that the gentle­ man is honored by being presented. Where the sexes are the same, present the younger to the elder, the unmarried to* the married, or the iuferior in social or talent to the superior. A gentleman should never be introduced to a lady without first asking her permission. T h e B e e r o f N e w Y o rk. Our German fellow citizens who came here from the west to attend the great National Democratic Con­ vention, returned home with a hearty contempt for our metropolitan beer, which they declared to be unworthy of comparison with their own Toledo or Milwaukie. The following dia­ logue between a Ciricinatian who didn’t go to the Convention, aud a re­ turned “ Escort” man, will illustrate the feeling: 1st Teuton— “ Yell, Hans, you pin to Ni York?” 2d Teuton—“Yaw, I rnore ash pin dere Py tam, I feels like I ’s pin to Ni York tri dimes. Got in Himmels, vot peer dey done have got.” 1st Teuton—“Vas dere many bee- bles in Ni York?”. 2d Teuton—“ I knows nodding pout der beebles; but der lager peer is de vcrstest stuff vot I never saw, all der vile.” 1st Teuton—“ Did you see de sights of Ni York?” 2d Teuton—“ Nein; I knows not- ting pout der sight; das is ail right, I don’t catvt fell you; but de peer—” 1st Teuton—“Veil, Hans, who did de gonven ion nominate?” 2d Teuton—‘ Dat is more as I don’t can dell; but, mein Gott, dere is de vorst lager peer in N i York vot dey don’t have in any oder city iu Ohio. Dat’s de gind of man vot I pe.”— Sun. Be Happy. A cheerful temper, a kindly heart, and a courteous tongue, can not be too carefully or too sedulously cultivated. On the other hand a disposition to be gloomy and captious, to be bitter and illnatured, to be cynical and slanderous is a habit, too apt to grow and be come, powerful as the other If we permit ourselves to look constantly on the dark side, and to view everything with distrust and jealousy we shall seldom be able to realize and enjoy anything that is bright, beautiful, kindly or generous. There is more­ over nothing so calculated to impair health, deface beauty, and take away from the human countenance all those rosy, shining lights which are ad­ mirably suited to brighten and adorn, as a disposition to fret vex, aud be miserable. The soul is thus reflected through the human countenance, just as it is often mirrored in the eye. The latest weapon invented for civilized warfare is a saw bayonet, having one of its edges cut into an or­ dinary saw, by which a much more severe and painful wound would be inflicted than by the weapon now in use; Lieut. Col. Alexander is the author of this instrument of torture. A B a c h e l o r s D e f e n c e . Bachelors are styled by married men who have got their foot in it, as ODly half perfected beings, cheerless vaga­ bonds, but half *a pair of scissors, and many o ther ridiculous titles are given to them; while on the other hand they ex­ tol their state as one of perfect bliss that a change from earth to heaven would be somewhat of a doubtful good. If they are so happy, -why don’t they enjoy their happiness and hold tbeir tongues about it ? W h a t do half the men get married for ? Simply th a t they may have somebody to darn their stock­ ing, sew buttons on their shirts and trot babies; th a t they may have somebody, as a married man once said, “ to pull off their boots when they are a little balmy.” These fellows are always talking about the loneliness of bachelors. Lone­ liness indeed! Who is petted to death by ladies with marriageable daughters —invited to tea and evening parties, and told to drop in just when it is con­ venient ?—the bachelor. Who lives in clover all his days, and when he dies has flowers strewn on his grave by the girls who could not entrap him ?—the bachelor. Who strewed flowers on the married man’s grave—the widow? Not a bit of it; she pulls down the tombstone that six weeks’ grief had set np in her heart; she goes and gets married again, she does. Who goes to bed early because time hangs so heavily on his shonlders ?— the married mac. W ho gets a scolding for picking ouj; the softest part nf the bed, and for \vakiug~up the baby in the morning f— the married man. Who has wood to split, house hunt­ ing and marketing to do, the young ones to wash, and lazy servants to look after?—the married man. Who is taken up for whipping his wife?— the married man. \ Who gets divorces ?—the married man. Finally, who has got the scriptures on his side?—the bachelor. St. Paui knew what he was about when he said: “He that marries not, does better.” B o th G r e a t a n d L i tt le . A great and learned atheist once met a plain countryman going to church. He asked him: “ Where are you going?” “To church, sir.” “ W hat to do there?” “ T o worship God.” “ Pray tell me whether your Gcd is a great or a little God.” “He is both, sir ” “How can he be both?” “He is so great, sir, that the heaven of heavens cannot contain him, and so little that he can dwell in my poor heart.” The atheist declared that this sim­ ple answer of the countryman had more effect upon his mind than all the volumes, the learned doctors had writ­ ten upon the subject * A gentleman of Irish extract, who was an inveterate gambler, was taken ill with a disease that precluded al. hope qf being conquered. His physi­ cian frankly told him that he could survive but a few hours, and had per­ haps better send for the priest, which was done. Father Ryan came, heard his confession, discharged the customa­ ry priestly offices with the solemnity befitting the occasion, and adminis­ tered the last offices and consolations of the Church. This done the peni­ tent turned with inquiring look, and said: “Father R y a n , when I die, will I go to heaven?” “I trust so ” “And be an angel and have wings?” “ I hope so.” “ And you’ll go to heaven when you die?” “That is my belief.” “And be an angel too, and have wings?” “It may be.” “ Well, Father Ryan, when you get there, I ’ll just jlyyoufor jive!”

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