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Transient advertisement payable In advance, all other due after the firi-- t lugurtloo. C7 OFFICE In Shive'a Block. Cornerof Main ani Iron Streets. Address. JACORT t IKELER. Bloomsburf . Columbia County, Pa. IT SEEMS BUT A DAY. BY 0T P. ROBINSON. ft seems but a day since we were both boy a, -- Full of fancies and frolic, and dodiodm and noise Since we relied up oar trousers and waded the atreatn, Aad ourdays were as bright as a beautiful dream. It seems bat a da y nine, oar dear mother left For the laad of the deal and tLe realms of the b!et ; Yet full twenijPyenrs have kwept fleelingly by, And yon and 1, brother, axe ready to die. It seems but a day since our good Father died, Who sever a boon, that we needed, denied Since we placed him beside her aad tamed from the spot. And in silence went back to our desolate cot. It seems but a day since we wandered away From the home of our boyhood and frolic and play. With hopes high and ardent went into the strife, For fortune and fame in the battle of life. ' Thy memories. Oh Time, are sacred and sweet As the deep-fel- t eipotioos hen absent friends meet, Aad as backward we look o'er life's wearisome way We think of long yeara thovgh they seem but a day. THE IRON CROSS. a woman's coxtession. A little faded minatnre of a young girl in all her freshness. I can scarcely believe that I ever looked like this I, an old, sad wo man, who looks longingly to the time when the places I have known shall know mc no more. And, yet I, even I, was young and lovely once. how Ions: it seems 1 Long agoT longer than to most women, lor the blight fell upon me soon, and I count nearly ail my yeara by my sorrows. I waa born by the seashore, that same everlasting flood upon whose water's roar I listen as 1 write. Sly father was wealthy, and I was raised in the lap of luxury, lie died when I was ten years old, and most needed his care. I wish he had lived. He might have made me a better, woman, and the ctory of my life might have been diffe- rent lie died, I have said, when I most needed his care, and I was left alone with my mother. She was not fit'for the charge Confided to her. . She was weak and giddy, and she reared me in her notions of fashion and folly. -- 1 do not blame her that mylife has "been so sad, for it was in my power to change it, but L would not I grew up a beautiful, fascinating, fashionable woman, and was greatly admired. You would not think it, I know, to look at me now ; but it is so. When I was grown, I made the dis- covery that my father's luxurious style of living had greatly diminished his fortune, and the persistency with which my mother cluru.to her accustomed mode of life made fearful inroads upon the rest. A few years at the farthest would exhaust it. I spoke of this to my mother and she acknowledged it, but declared her inability to help it In less than a year she died ; and oh, such a fearful death ! I shudder when I think of it, though it was years ago, and I seem to hear her last words to me even yet "Nellie, never , marry a poor man. Make a rich match.' It needed not my mother's wish to confirm me in my desire to contract a rich marriage, for I had determined to adopt the plan as the only means by which I could escape from the doom of poverty which I saw hanging over me. 1 had not the moral courage to face it and I resolved to fly from it; hut I little dreamed of the struggle that was in Btore for me. When I was a" child my only playmate was a boy a few years older than myself. He "was named Walter uwynne, and was the son of a neighbor. Walter and I had been playmates and schoolmates together. He . had carried me in his arms often, and used to call me his pet. As we grew up our childish affection strengthened, and when we became man and woman we loved each other with a love that could not die. We were never pledged to each other, but I knew his heart and he knew mine. When my mother died Walter was very good to me. O, never had I loved him so well as I did then 1 . In my gratitude I gave him a relic that had belonged to my father, and begged him to keep it for ray sake. It was a small, curiously worked ross of iron, and bore this inscription in German, "I gave gold for iron, 1813." It was one of the fa- mous iron crosses that were bestowed by the King of Prussia in the waragainst Napoleon, and nad been conferred for merit on my grandfather. It had never been in unwor- thy hands and I gave it to Walter; as he was the only one I knew who merited it ; but I did not think then that my hand would 1 1 1 ' x inaeeu iay upon mm a cross oi iron never to "be laid down. I was deeply attached to ray mother, and mourned for her sincerely; but this was not xny greatest sorrow. A heavier grief came vpon me one for which I alone was respon- - sible, it is true, but which was none the veasicr to bear on that account . . 1 I had resolved on marryina rich man, as t own fortune would not last much longer A I was firm in my determination. I lov-- J- Walter Gwynne with my whole heart, he wa3 poor, and I knew would have a struggle in life; and I had not the - p to face the world with him. I hated for my weakness, and would have i orlis to have been hi3 wife ; but I - the moral strength to make the was wicked, I know ; but I have or it since, and if sorrow can make . ybr sin, then I have paid the ut- - ticks after my mother's death, d with me down to the rocks sea-shcr- e. It wa3 one of our .i- - V, and it was the first time ivezient that we had been to-fo- re than a few minutes at a (oka to me about my future h mo what I would do. I told imm VOL. XXX DEMOCRAT ? ! I vrm E NORTE J BW1 OGRAT STAR 01 BLOOMSBURG, COLUMBIA him I did not know ; that my future was still shrouded in mystery and doubt "I have thousht of this a treat deal, Nellie." he said, earnestly, "and I do not think I shall do wrong to speak to you as I wish." I glanced up at his face, and, as I saw the look there, knew what he wished to say. I erew Dale and faint "No, Walter, no," I gasped. "Don't sav it don't sav it ! "I must say it, Nellie," he went on, "and you must listen to me. Jver Bince we were children I have loved you, and have looked to the day when I should claim you as my wife. Now that you are alone in the world, 1 think 1 have a right to urge my claim. You know I love you, and I have believed that you love me. You know my prospects as well as I do, and that I have a hard strug- gle before me, but with your encouragement and love, I think I can come out of the con- test with success. Will you be my wife, iNelheY" I had sunk down on a rock, for I could go no further. My limbs refused to sustain me: and it seemed that my heart would break. I covered my face with my hands, and strove fiercely to control my emotions. All my love for Walter rushed upon mo in a strong and mighty torrent, which well nigh swept away the barriers of my sinful resolution. How grand and noble he looked as he laid his heart before me in all its simple truthfulness, and how false and foul I was, as I shrank before his avowal, in my crimi- nal weakness! I wish I had died then ; it would have been better for me. I said noth-ins- r, for I could not trust my voice, and Walter spoke again. " I want you to decide with a view to your own happiness. If you do not love me enough to be my wife, you might learn to do so. But if it will make you happier to re- - "Happier?" I asked bitterly. He had been gazing out upon tho sea, and turned sudden'y at the sound of my voice. It was so full of bitterness that it startled even him. "Are you sick, Nellie?" he asked, anx- - iously. "No," I answered with forced calmness, " only I cannot talk to you about this now, Walter. I cannot now. At some other time." " I have been too hasty," he said tenderly. " Poor child, your grief has not grown calm enough for you to think of" anything but your mother. I can wait, Nellie. I could wait a lifetime for you." A sharp pain shot through my heart, and it was with difficulty that I repressed a sigh of anguish. My heart was wrung with a terrible torture, and I felt that I could en- dure Walter's presence no longer. I wanted to be alone. I asked him to go back by himself and leave me, as I wanted to be alone. He seemed surprised at first, but when I repeated my request, he turned to go awav. I sprang up and caught his hand. "Walterl" "Nellie!" "If anything should happen to give you cause to hate me, would you do so?" "Hate you, Nellie ? I do not think I could hate you. ' '' Not even though I should give you cause to do so?" I asked, scarcely knowing what I said. " Not even then, Nellie. I would, in such a case feel great sorrow, but no unkindness. But what makes you ask me ?" He looked at me anxiously as he spoke. "Nothing," I replied. " Go, leavo mc now, I am weak and nervous." He turned off with a sigh, and as he went he seemed to, carry all the light of my exis- tence with him. 1 sank down on the rock and gave way to my feelings. I suffered in- tensely, and my self-hatre- d became almost unendurable; but still I grew firmer in my resolution. That outburst enabled me to go throush the rest with more calmness. It was dark when I went back home, and by that time I had conquered my heart. Among my mends was a gentleman wliom I had known from my childhood. He was fif ty, at least and I was just twenty-on- e. I received a visit irom mm a iow uays uiter my interview with Walter, and before he left he made me an offer of his hand. He told me he had loved mc for a long time, but had feared to speak before, as he was much older; that he learcd I could not love mm ; but now that I was alone in the world, he felt that he had a right to -- tell me of his love. These were almost the very words Walter had spoken to me, and they fell with a cold chill on my heart I asked him time to re- flect on the offer he had made, and was given as long a period as I desired. It seemed to me that some hidden power was holding out this offer to me to tempt me to my late. Here was a man, of pure and noble heart, who wished to make me his wife, lie was wealthy, and my position would be even better than at present ; but 1 did not love him. Yet I had resolved upon a rich marriage, and I had no better pros- pect than this. Should I accept him? Oh, the torture, the agony, of those thoughts! I felt that I knew what my course would be. It would be to deceive a true, good man, who trusted me, and prove false to my own J heart . I avoided Walter, but could not help see- ing him sometimes, lie never said anything more with regard to the offer he had made me, but I perceived that he was anxiously awaiting my answer. Little did he dream how much suffering those interviews cost me. I would have given my life to have knelt at his feet and laid my heart bare before him, to have asked him to taks me to his own great heart and save me from myself; but I could not I could not I resolved to end this trial.. I sent for Mr. Grey and gave him ray answer to his suit I promised to be his wife. When he left me I fainted, and after that my heart seemed frozen within me. Only once it moved beyond my control. One afternoon, about 6un set, I went out alone to the rocks near the Fea-hor- where I had been so often with Walter. I sat for a long time, looking out on the waves which were overcast with a dull, leaden hue, and listening to the moaning of the surf on the beach. The sadness of the scene calmed my own tortured feelings, and I sat motionless, with a vague sense of relief from pain. How long I Eat thus I do not know. I was arous- ed by an instinctive knowledge that I was not alone, and looking up, I saw Walter stand- ing by me. He was sadder than I had ever seen him. He sat down by me, and we talked for a long time. The moon was rising, but it was soon obscured by dark clouds. Still we sat there, I wished to tell him of my engagement, but I knew not how to do so. I thought it best that he should learn it from me. At last I nerved myself for the fearful effort "Walter," I said, and my voice sounded harsh and stern, "do you know Mr. Grey?" "Certainly; he is ono of the best and TRUTH most upright men in the place. Why do you ask?" "Because I have promised to be his wife," I replied. I shook like an aspen : my strength seemed coins: from me. Walter onlv bent his head, so that I could not see his face, and then said, in a low tone, after a moment s silence : "I have feared this for some time Nellie. I don't blame you, but I doubt the wisdom of your choosinar so old a man." Of course you do ; it is natural that you should." I spoke sharply, and even rudely, but it was a relief to the pain that was gnaw- ing at my heart. lie rose from his feet quickly, walked a few jpaces from me, and then came back. " That was unkind, Nellie," he said. "But tell mel do you love Mr. Grey?" "O, my God!" I groaned involuntarily. "That question from you ?' ' He came and stood directly ever me, and looking at me sternly, asked fiercely " Tell mo, do you love that old man?" I had unconsciously betrayed myself, and I now took refuge in anger. "You have no right to ask that question," I replied, quickly. "I have a right to ask it I will tell you why. It is because you have deceived me, and wrung my heart until it is almost bro- ken; because I know now that my worst fears are confirmed ; because you are about to trample upon my heart as well as your own ; all for the sake of an old man's gold. I have a right to ask this question, and to demand an answer.", I rose to my feet I was angry now, for he had spoken to me as no one had ever done before, and I did not pause to think of the provocation I had given him. "I refuse to answer it !" I exclaimed. " You shall answer me !" he broke forth, exeitedlv. "This is worthy of you," I exclaimed. scornfuhy. " You can insult me here where I have no protector. 1 think I shall make a lucky escape from marrying you." He stood bctorc me silently, with his head bowed. He pointed to the rock and motion- ed that I should sit down ; but I refused. Nellie, he said, slowly, and the suffering in his tones pierced my heart " I ask your fiardon for my rudeness. When you were a I used to carry you in my arms over all the rough places in my way to the school ; aud even then I used to look for- ward to the time when I should have the right to carry you over the rugged road along which . . we ... must all w. make our life-jo- ur . , ney. Since that time 1- - have never had a thought that was not for your happiness. I love you better than I can ever love another better even than my life itself; but if it would Becure your happiness, 1 would see that love change to a lii'g-lon- g sorrow, and not murmur." God knows what demon prompted me, but 1 answered sneeringly " So it would seem." 1 saw him flinch under the cruel blow, but he continued with his eyes fixed on the sea : " 1 speak the truth. 1 could not lie to here, Nellie, with God overhead, and fou voice speaking to me in the booming of the waves. 1 feel that 1 have lost you for- ever, and 1 hope vou will believe mc." . lie paused, and seemed waiting for me to speak, but 1 said nothing, and he went on, this time looking at me steadily. " 1 am sorry you think so poorly of me. Since it is the case, however, 1 ought to re- turn you this. When you gave it to me, you said it was meant to be worn only by good and worthy men. 1 ought not to keep it" He held out tome the iron cross, and his hand trembled as he did so. 1 could not take it 1 knew that 1 was not worthy to wear it, and 1 would have died at his feet before 1 would have received it from him. " Keep it," 1 gasped ; keep it, for you are worthy to wear it 1 dare not take it" My heart seemed bursting, and 1 wildly cried, '"O, Walter, pity me ! my heart is breaking V ' lie sprang forward and clasped me in his arms. He held me so close that I could not move, and I felt his heart beating fiercely against mine. 1 lay passive for a moment, for it was so sweet to be clasped in those dear arms, where I knew I could never be held again. I felt his hot tears falling fast upon my check. "O, Nellie. Nellie," he sobbed, '"yon can not do this. You love me I know you love me, as truly as I love you ; and yet you would doom us both to life-lo- ng misery. I implore you, do not marry that man." I felt that I could not long resist him, if he held me thus. I called ajl my fortitude to sustainme "Kelease me, Walter G wynne," Iexclaim-e- d coldly, "you have n6 right to act so." "By Heaven !" he shouted fiercely, "I will not part with u. Look at those waves. Who is to hinder me from hurling you into them, and saving you from a life of infamy? You do not love that old man, and you marry him for his gold. By Heaven, you shall not ! I will plunge you beneath those waves and follow you there, before you shall be his wife." A quick, firm footstep was heard behind us, and a voice exclaimed in angry; astonish- ment, "Mr. Gwynne, what docs this mean?" Walter released mc, and we both looked around abruptly. Mr. Grey was standing within a few feet of us. Walter looked at him for a moment, hesitated and then sprang down the rocks, and was out of sight "What does it mean?" Mr. Grey asked, hesitatingly. "Poor boy," I said calmly, "he has just made me an offer of his hand, and his disap- pointment made him forget what was due to me. I hope you will pay no attention to him, for I am sure he will be sorry when he grows calmer. We went home in silence. I did not see Walter again. In the morning I received a note with only two words "Forgive me ;" and in the evening I heard that he had gone away from the village. In a month after this I was married. . I had learned by that time to rule my heart, and I did not falter a3 1 repeated the awful words in which I vowed to Jove ray husband. A few weeks after my marriage I learned that Walter had fallen heir to an immense fortune, left him by a distant relative. This was the beginning of my punishment I wanted wealthy and had I been true to my own heart 1 might haye had it with the love 1 craved. . . Mr. Grey was kind and tender. All that wealth and affection could do to make me happy, he lavished upon me ; but each fresh proof of his love and confidence only increased my misery and self-contem- pt 1 was a living lie. 1 hated myself, and prayed for death, but could not find it At last a child was born to mc a darling little blue-eye- d girL My whole soul was bound np in her, and just as 1 was looking forward to happiness in her, God took her from-m- e. 1 know the punishment was just, but it was hard to think so then. After my baby died 1 became reckless. 1 AND RIGHT GOD AND OUR L 29. cared for nothing. My husband's love was torture to me, and everyday 1 found it more difficult to bear. At last there came ono who. though nominally my husband s friend, sought both his ruin and my own. He read my secret fully, and humbled me with it 1 was mnrl 1 was desTcrate. Mv husband's false friend watched nia closely, attended me like my shadow, and at last asked me to fly with him. In my wretchedness 1 consented. Heaven knows 1 was innocent of sinful intent, but in my misery 1 clutched the first chance of escape. We left the house one dark, stormy night, and entering a close carriage, set off at full speed for the lailway station. The horses took fright and ran away. I sat in the car- riage, dumb with terror, and almost uncon- scious of everything until a sudden crash startled me, and I found myself buried in one corner of the vehicle, which fell heavily on one side. In an instant my companion was out of the carriagej so that when the collected around it no one knew he Eeople it with uie. They helped mc to alight, and me on my for- tunate escape. As I was moving away, I saw them take a human form from under the wheels, and was told that it was the body of a man who had been run over and almost killed when the carriage upset. I sprang forward, and saw in the flickering lamplight the pale, ghastly features of Walter Gwynne. I did not faint or cry out, but sustained by a superhuman energy, followed the men with their burden to a room in the tavern nearby. A physician was summoned and he pronoun- ced the injuries mortal. He said that Wal- ter would die during the night. At my request, all but the physician and myself were excluded from the room. I never left it until Walter lay in it a corpse. In about an hour he recovered his con- sciousness. The doctor told him he mut die, and asked if he was prepared. A soft sweet smile lit up the dear face as he an- swered " Ye3 ; God be praised that I am so near the end of my trials." He turned and saw me ; his face shone with joy. "It was kind in you to come, Nellie," he whispered. I stayed by him during the Fad night I told him that I loved him had always loved him, and how I had suffered ; but kept from him my shameful attempt at flight I could not bcarto embitter his last momenta with Mich a ennfsssion. lie held my hand lovingly, and never took his eyes from me, until they were closed upon earth. At last, as he was sinking fat, he whispered "Will you kiss me, Nellie? There will be no sin in it. I am sonearllcavcn that there will be no taint of eaith in it." I bent down and kissed him, and uiy tears rained upon his face, llis hand released its grasp, and his eyes closed gently; then there came into his face a look of happiness and peace, and I knew it was that peace which passcth all In a few years my husband died, blessing me for having been a true and faithful wife. He never knew how I deceived and wronged him, and I am thankful he did not It would have darkened his lat hours with a sorrow which his trust in me spared him. I am still watching for the day when I shall follow them. I have simmed but I have suffered and repented. I have sought mercy and forgiveness at the foot of the cross, and wait humbly for the day when the heavy laden shall travel no more, and the weary be at rest. . A Snake A of the Eitenhage Times, writing from the saTs : "An snake affair occurred in this a few Sundays ago. A large snake of the Cobra tribe, about four feet six inches long, got, unseen, into a far- mer's house it is supposed, on Saturday af- ternoon, ana concealed itself under an har- monium. On the Sunday afternoon, tho children being at school, the farmer and his wife were quietly reading, the wife sitting in front of the window. The snake quictly crawlcd out, got, un perceived, under the good lady's crinoline, and twisted himself around her leg, from the ankle to the knee, which position it kept for upwards of an hour. The fanner's wife, thinking it her favorite kitten, took no notice of it, until at length, wishing to eject the intruder, the slightly raised Iter dress for that purpose. "Judge of her surpriscon finding so deadly a creature twisted around her log. She sat still, not even looking at her he should disturb the reptile. At last it uncoiled itself, and then twisted itclf around her foot; the shoe fitted looselv, and she softly withdrew her foot, made one bound across the room, and called her husband's attention to the cause of the disturbance. Tho savage creature now charged the wife, and was only kept off by the husband with his Sunday coat It soon retreated and got under a footstool, putting out its head as if to threaten death to any one who should ap- proach it A stick was brought to the farmer, who struck a terrible blow at its head, but hit the stool, shivering the stick to pieces. Tliis exasperated the creature, and it darted out at the farmer, and again kept at bay by the coat It at length retreated to the bed- room, where it was killed." A Smart Girl. In Cincinnati there oc- curred recently a scene at the door of the 'l I I ! t .1 - ; i Vuauw, in wnicn tne prime acwrcauic off the worse for wear. A young man, who believed he knew as much as any other man, had been paying his at- tentions to a young lady, who, among her other attractions, possessed a very luxurant growth of red hair. Theyoung man could not induce the young lady to think him bet- ter than other men, and Ehe finally gave him the mitten. One evening after this, think- ing his time to get even had arrived, he stationed himself in the aisle near the chapel door, and, seciDg the young lady coming, threw up his hands, pretending fright, and exclaimed, "Stand aside, boys, or you will take fire 1 Here comes " (naming the lady,) She walked very leisurely to whero the young man was standing, stopped, and look- ed him in the face, saying, "You need not be alarmed, Mr.- -: ; yeni are entirely too green to burn f The roar of laughter which greeted the young man's cars was more than he could well relish, and he beat a hasty retreat. Geary was very unpopular in his old regiment' the 28th, where the soldiers were who knew him and he will not receive one vote among them. It i significant that while Feveral meetings of those who served under him have been held to express their opinions against him, not one has yet been held in his favor. COUNTRY. CO., PA., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12,1866. .HVOL. NO. congratulated Involuntarily understanding. Adventure. correspondent Winterhock, extraordinary neighborhood, rerfectly considerably "Brick" Pomeroy and the Dea- con's Hexa. Deacon Brightwater lived in New Hartford. Nutmeg State. He had a red house, a red horse, a red barn, red fence, a red cow, red window sash, an old fashioned red sleigh, a red smoke house, red hogs little redeyes and a red nose the very picture of a New Ln gland puritan. He had a wife who wore a red petti- coat and had the readiest tonue a woman ever fired at us. He had some little ready money, got by making sider brandy from sto- len apples and taking toll from the copper spattered contribution saucr ho passed in the red church in that settlement of Sunday beans, week day onions and orthodox views. An 1 he had a female child whose name was llexa Brightwater, and who was twenty-n- ine years old ; wore red stockings, red garters, metal tiped shoes, green spectacles, and the prettiest red hair tha world ever set eyes on or into. Hexa, a true New England gal, chewed wads of pine gum and sweetend her breath with onions. Hexa wasn't so much handsomer than a doll as to make the doll faint, but she was intelligent In fact, inf,eh-genc- e Was her best hold, but one ; she was great on making baby garments and had two trunks full packed away' that she might be ready as willing wheii the evil hour drew nigh, as she trusted it would from year to year. My father was a common sortof a rooster, and lived outside of the drippings of New England blessings. He was taught that in, no other place could there be found women of intelligence, and he sent me there to find a loving lass, to court some intelligent beauty, to woo some refined nutmeggeress and with her return to my rural home to astonish the barbarians with something beyond the ave- rage of female loveliness. I went to the land of steady habits. I wanted to hand several "Bricks" down to posterity, and was told by father that with a New Eng- land girl for a wife I could raise more chil- dren, grow more onions, skin more eeta, sing mone psalnis, know more of what was goin on in the neghborhood, hear more scandal sleep less nights, have more relatives, eat more beans, love myself and hate others more, and get more out of a dollar than with any other sort of a woman in this happy country, soealled. Deacon Brightwater with his pright red nose, was a cunning man. . He was a New England christian. He crowded nineteen eggs under a fourteen egg hen, always bor- rowing the five odd eggs! He smelt of peo- nies' breach to see if they had been drinking liquor, and then made a few stain ps by in- forming of them. He didn't drink him him- self but cot his nose tinted by 'holdin? it so cloe to the mouths of those who did ! He si slit matches to make them last longer. He'd pick up hens headd to boil them for the fat thereon. He d take a claw-hamm- er wncn ne went visitinrr to draw tacks from carpets when unseen. He made cider brandy and made it on shares. He was always trying to swap hor ses, but never could find one that worked well on his machiene. but he tried them all till noon and sent them home hungry ! He was a careful, prudnt, wholesouled, liberal, sponta- neous edition of benevolence, who gave his hogs' tails and rams' horns to the ioor, and made prayers longer than the swecd of his cider mill", but like that instrument always pointep down. Hexa Brichtwatcr never had a beau till I visited her. She was too intelligent for the common herd. She knew everything. She could tell how long a wad of gum would last, how much a southerner made fromanig-ge- r, how many duck eggs wold hatch under a two year old pullet, aud when beans were fit to bake. She was one of those higher sphere beings, who could do no wrong ; who could not endure those who did. Howl did spark Hexa! Deacon Bright-wate- r heard that I had wealth and he was willing. He'd go to bed early. He'd play snore so Hexa and I would hurry up. Mrs. Deacon Brightwater went to sleep too. She crawled in beside the deacon front side. Their bed room door was always shut by particular request of Hexa. She knew why it should be closed. I used to footfall on the l ed room floor. I mistrusted llexa's mother used to vtatch at the key hole. She could see where Hexa and I sat to press each oth- er's hands, eat candy and taste of each oth- er's lips. I didn't like to have her do this. So one night when I mistrusted, I slipped up beside the door and jabbed a wire into the key hole. It was a longwire, I heard somebody squeal inside. The end of the the wire was wet when I pulled it back. The deacon's wife lost something that night! And so did Hexa ! Her mother died before morning from the effect ofthat playful, puri- tanical jab! That wire cured the key hole disease. It opened the old lady's eye ! The deacon followed her to the grave. With true New England affection he put up a tomb stone on which was Hie jarket Hexa's Mother, Orphan child without a brother. She went henrc with a single rye, tc, And left I iu;lc to go forth I Tears cannot restore her Therefore I weep I As I pile sod o'er her All in a heap. The deacon grew pa'c, all except his nose. That wouldn't pale. It was in better spirits. The deacon married a nigger lady from the cotton country and was happier than ever. Then Hexa and I had it all our way. We'd it in the parlor, I cross legged, llexa with one foot undzr her like a duck. She was strong minded. She wanted heaps of hug- - ing and you bet I was old industry as that f 'usiness. She used to begin our Sunday night devotion, so called by singing : "Arm me with jealous care !" I used to arm her, every time ! She liked it Then she would read a chapter about how the waste places should be made glad. I used to make her waist places glad, lots t ill my arms got so tired I couldn't Then she'd pillow her head on my manly chest, and 1 d pillow my head on her manly chest And we agreed that all I had should be hern, and all she had should be mine. She thought mine was more than hern. But it wan't Her dad was rich. I used to help her weed onions. That wxs her strong game. She'd snatch an onion bed bald headed m two minutes, fche never missed a weed. She knew clover from onions just as easy. When they all grew in one clump she'd dissect them quicker than a cat could lick her ear. I've seen her snatch for a hand- ful of weeds right in among the onions and never faze an un ! The old deacon said once as I stood in the barn holding a 6hecp for him to shear that there was a consolation in affliction, for he had buried six wivc3 and felt that each one was a stepping stone over the river to glory. He paused hi3 shearing, looked skyward un along side a black bottle he carried in a side pocket and resumed his clipping. I saw by nis nose that he was af- fected. I pitied him. I asked him if the river waa broad. He said it was, and deep. I asked him if his stepping stone3 reached as yet near tho glory shore, ne said not quite about half way. I looked at the huxa- - Two py old deacon and his bald head, and as I go sight of his new wife asleep in the sun on the wood pile, surrounded by a swarm of admir- ing flies anxious to kiss her for her mother but too polite to touch her opened lips, I reverently thought "old Cocky, it will be a wonder if the nigger don't beat you and plant you first as the next step stone." We sheared the sheep. We were long at it, for the deacon said shearing sheep on a hot day made him think ho was caressing his last wife. Then we sat under the fence, and while I tied my shoe, I could hear a gurgle about the deacon's mouth. I thought it was his nose preparing to blossom, but it was only cider brandy. And we sat there and talked till the noon hour came. We settled our marriage mat- ters and I was to have Hexa if I could get her. There was a question about the dowry. The deacon wanted me to pay the funeral expenses of his last wife not but he was glad to get rid of her, but he found her more ex- pensive after death than before. I refused to pay for such nonsense he found that I was in earnest and let up. If he hadn't af- ter all I'd spent for Hexa in the way of time and travel, I'd have gone for his red knob, and he knew it By and by the old deacon fell asleep and I Went in to comfort Hexa. We had a nice time. She was a rapid talk- er. I was a mere man of mud in compari- son to her. She knew she was smart She knew all other women were ignorant, for she had been taught it I didn t love her for her hate. She hated everything beyond her eyeshot She hated some parts of NewEng-land,n- ot because onions would'ntgrow there, but because in some places there were great, ugly Democrats there, and they kept increas- ing. But I didn't want a woman to love me only one who was intelligent, and so I sparked her. Our marriage day was fixed. Being an ig- norant, Western laborer I vras forced to agree to remain a servant in that household ten years, to get the hang of their notions. I had to learn to use a sickle instead of a reaping machine to use psalnis instead of melodies to work for others instead oi my- self. It was all right for a while. But I couldn't love the deacon's dusky wife. Did not like Iicf color. And when I wanted to hunt I had to shoot straight up into the air or down into tho well for fear of trespassing. And when I wanted to run and expand my lungs, I wa3 plum against a stone fence in less than a minute. If I kissed Aexa on the Sabbath I was fined for it I was forced to drink cider brandy or nothing. And I was fed on onions till I sickened of them. On- ions are eood for two or three hundred meals, but for a steady diet I like them not I tried to love Hexa, but soon as she found I was betrothed to her she put on airs. She made me hew her wood, draw her water, find her in food and pay extra for sewing on my shirt buttons, making neck ties and all such little jobs. And I had to work hard all day carting apples from other firms for Deacon Bright-wat- er to grind up into apple cider to redden his nose. And if I wanted a drink of cider I had to rav for it from over work. And I had to work to fix up the little garden patch to repair his old mill that wasn't worth re pairs. As the old deacon grows old he grows mean. As llexa thinks she has got a lellow tnmt she just evcrlastmgly goes for him. am the best worker ever on the place I make the old farm so called valuable and it is for llexa's interest to keep me. But she hates me she is jealous of me she don't try to make it pleasant for me she quarrels with mc and says I am nothing but a great utrly brute she scolds me tnl 1 could almost die steals my trinkets, cuts up my clothes for ras carpets and whenever she goes to a tea party she tells folks what amcan cuss 1 am, and what a sweet intelligent angel she is. Some day I'll quit on Hexa we'll go through that old cider braudy mill and leave for the est where I can see daylight with- out obliged to look straight up, and where I can find some one better natured, if not so smart, to sew on buttons and make neck tics. I'll work on but keep getting my little duds in shape, and some day be on in earnest,and let the deacon sing his psalms and let Uexo weed her onions. Thoughtful ly thine, "Biuck Pojieroy. Strange Coincidence. Andrew Jackson was born in North Caro- lina, emigrated to Tennessee, and was elect-e- n President of the United States. During his Administration the opposition were won- derfully excerciscd because he dared to re- move men from office who opposed "the government" Andrew Johnson was also born in North Carolina, emigrated to Tenn- essee, aud i? now President of tho United States. The pnosition are just now wonder- fully excerciscd about his removing men from office who are now opposed to "the gov- ernment" Philadelphia was the only city in the Union whose muncipa! authorities re- fused to extend hospitalities to General Jack- son on his visit to the West, and Philadel- phia is the only city whose Moneipal author- ities refused to extend hospitalities to An- drew Johnson on his visit to the West But the people of Philadclpnia turned out en mouse to welcome Andrew Jackson, and by a decided vote at the polls sternly re- buked the municipal authorities for their contemptible meanness. The jco pie of Phil- adelphia also turned out en masse to wel- come Andrew Johnson, and will administer a similar rebuke to the present muncipal authorities at the ballot-bo- x, Strange coin- cidences sometimes happen in this wicked world of ours 1 The Fenians. The address of Gen. Sweeny warning the members of the Fenian Brotherhood against the attempt of the Radicals to secure the Irish vote, has created considerable excite- ment among all the Circles in New York. It is stated that the letter of the General, who still holds the office of Fenian Secretary of v ar, will be presented bcloro the Congress of the Brotherhood to meet in Troy on the 4th of September, with a view to having prompt action taken on the subject A lengthy report is to be also presented to tho Congress, explaining the secret causes of the failure of the late invasion of Canada. It is believed that some of the leaders of the movement will bo censured for the tardiness in not sending or bringing reinforcements to Gen. O'Neill, after the battle of Limestone Eidgo. ; Jinks says, members of Congress who voted themselves $5000 a year ought not be forgiven because the wiskey, under theinfiuenco of which the bill was put through was of the rankest description. Write your own epitaph in youth ; make it as flattering as you please : and then devote the rest of your life in trying to de- serve it Dollars per Annuo in Adrance. How the Republican Party is Ruining the country. The following is from the New York Eve ninrr Post, heretofore a Kadical sheet in sup- - portot the ItepuDiican jrariy. ut, unja opposed to a high protective tariff : "If there was no other reason why the Ite-nublic- an oartv should be driven from power at once, the fact that its corrupt 'protective policy is rapidly ruining our home industry " would be sufficient It is a sober truth that under the policy imposed upon the country bp the Republican party, some of the branch- es of industry in which we ought to and do excel are already almost ruined ; ana an otn-er- s am threatened. Thus, under the Repub lican rule we drift rapidly towards national poverty and bankruptcy. A correspondent calls attention to the fact that the manufacture of one of the most widely used sewing machines to supply tho demand of Europe, Asia and South Ameri ca has been removed to Jrans. .bet tne skilled mechanics of America take notice of this fact The "protectionist" policy, which has been made the distinctive feature of tho Republican party, is ruining American me- chanics ; it is driving them from their homes, to Jurope, m search of employment JM ot only that, let American sewing-wome- n take notice of the difference in price charged them by tho manufacturers here and charged to the foreign consumers by the manufactory in Paris. Here is a table of prices : Number of Price in Price in Paris, Machine. New York. in gold. No. 23 $55 00 $9 75 No. 24 63 00 9 75 No. 22 80 00 12 75 No. 25 90 00 12 75 No. 2G 105 00 14 00 No. 27 115 00 14 00 No. 39 (shuttle)... 55 00 12 50 Tho Paris machines are warranted to be "equal in every respect to the original" ma- chines made in this country, as the Paris fac- tory is aifirmed to be "fitted up with the very best American tools, and worked bythe most capable American mechanics." They are the same tools, worked by the same me- - chanics, that have been employed in making the same machines in this country. These American mechanics do not carry their skill and industry to increase the wealth of France, ' because they prefer that country to their own, nor without securing at least as good wages as they could get in the same business at home. Nor is it credible that steam or water power can be had cheaper in Paris than in Boston. Neither are tne means of subsistence more abundant there, for it is known that we send both provisions and breadstuff from this country to France, and could send more if it were not that the tariff diverts labor from agriculture, and makes all the clothing and implements of the farmer twice as costly as they ought to be. The tariff is the only reason why these machines, being sole an Amercan invention, are no longer made ia this country for the supply of the whole world, by American me- chanics, using American water power, burn- ing American coal, working American iron and copper, and subsisting on American food, and thus adding all the profits of the business to the aggregate wealth of the Uni- ted States. IT it were not for the tariff, the prices of iron and other metals would be equalized in both continents, in a little time, just as certainly as the ocean recovers its ley-- el after the flow of the tide. The sewing machino inventions are un- doubtedly patented in Europe as well as in this country. Therefore our people may bo ' assured that the only reason why a No. 23 machine, which i3 offered in Paris for less than fifteen dollars in currency, costs above fifty dollars in New York, is to be found in that policy, now announced to be distinctive- ly the Republican policy, which under the name of protection imposes numerous duties on iron and other metals, and thus makes it impossible for our skilled mechanics to make sewing machines, jor mowing machines, or build ships or engines, in competition with foreign nations. So oppressive and ruineus is this policy, that it has already begun to drive American mechanics to France and England too see work and bread. lor, the sewing machine is not a solitary-instanc- of the tendencies of the tariff, ana its certain effect to drive manufacturers out of the country. The mowers and reapers arc going the same way. We heard of an instance in point tho other dy. A merchant-fro- Brazil nad occasion to purchase a large number of mowing machines. After making careful inquiries and calculations, ha came to tho conclusion that he would buy fifty ma- chines in New York to supply the most ur- gent demand, and would then go to England to have the remainder built there, without the impositions of the American tariff. If he can make a saving an3'thing like that ef- fected in the case of the sewine machtnc.he will save a small fortuuo by his enterprise. We may be sure that a countless number of enterprises will follow in the same direction. The iniquity of a protective tariff will pres- ently become apparent to Otir sewing women, who have to give above one hundred dollars for a machine which the seamstress in Paris buys for fourteen dollars in gold, or about twenty-tw- o in our currency j because it will be found that tho latter, having so much less to invest in her machine, will easily under- bid the former in the prieo of her work, and our market will bo filled with ready-mad- e ar- ticles from Paris. It will even pay to send materials of American production to be made up in Paris, by American machines made in Paris. Step by step these fatal injuries must extend to every branch of American indus- try, if tho workingmen of America do not combine to deprive tho Republican party of power that party which attempted in the Congress just adjourned to impose upon the country a tariff still more ruinous to our in- dustry, who did this, as was proved at the time, with the most corrupt motives, and whose only object now is to keen the south- ern states out of Congress until they can fas- ten this course upon the country if the , workingmen of America do not unite to hurl this party from power. Our people could ray, twice oyer.by open, taxation, all tho revenue that tho govern- ment derives from duties on materials and subsistence, if they wero allowed to purchase all such articles at their market value in tho place where they are most cheaply made. We could create and export the means of payment ten times over, with our cheap lands, if we could have our means and im- plements at their proper cost Tho country could pay its debt twice as easy, and grow -- rich all the while twice as fast, if only its in- dustry and its trade were free. But they will never bo free while the Republican poli- ticians hold power ; for these are desperate- ly determined, as they openly dedare, to consummate their iniquitous and ruinous policy, and they have resolved to'keep tho states out, until they do. HOW TO BE IlArrr. Real Dei papers.

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IT SEEMS BUT A DAY.BY 0T P. ROBINSON.

ft seems but a day since we were both boy a, --

Full of fancies and frolic, and dodiodm and noiseSince we relied up oar trousers and waded the

atreatn,Aad ourdays were as bright as a beautiful dream.

It seems bat a da y nine, oar dear mother leftFor the laad of the deal and tLe realms of the b!et ;

Yet full twenijPyenrs have kwept fleelingly by,And yon and 1, brother, axe ready to die.

It seems but a day since our good Father died,Who sever a boon, that we needed, deniedSince we placed him beside her aad tamed from the

spot.And in silence went back to our desolate cot.

It seems but a day since we wandered awayFrom the home of our boyhood and frolic and play.With hopes high and ardent went into the strife,For fortune and fame in the battle of life. '

Thy memories. Oh Time, are sacred and sweetAs the deep-fel- t eipotioos hen absent friends meet,Aad as backward we look o'er life's wearisome wayWe think of long yeara thovgh they seem but a day.

THE IRON CROSS.

a woman's coxtession.

A little faded minatnre of a young girl inall her freshness. I can scarcely believe thatI ever looked like this I, an old, sad woman, who looks longingly to the time whenthe places I have known shall know mc nomore. And, yet I, even I, was young andlovely once. how Ions: it seems 1

Long agoT longer than to most women, lorthe blight fell upon me soon, and I countnearly ail my yeara by my sorrows.

I waa born by the seashore, that sameeverlasting flood upon whose water's roar Ilisten as 1 write. Sly father was wealthy,and I was raised in the lap of luxury, liedied when I was ten years old, and mostneeded his care. I wish he had lived. Hemight have made me a better, woman, andthe ctory of my life might have been diffe-rent lie died, I have said, when I mostneeded his care, and I was left alone withmy mother. She was not fit'for the chargeConfided to her. . She was weak and giddy,and she reared me in her notions of fashionand folly. -- 1 do not blame her that mylifehas "been so sad, for it was in my power tochange it, but L would not I grew up abeautiful, fascinating, fashionable woman,and was greatly admired. You would notthink it, I know, to look at me now ; but itis so. When I was grown, I made the dis-

covery that my father's luxurious style ofliving had greatly diminished his fortune,and the persistency with which my mothercluru.to her accustomed mode of life madefearful inroads upon the rest. A few yearsat the farthest would exhaust it. I spokeof this to my mother and she acknowledgedit, but declared her inability to help it Inless than a year she died ; and oh, such afearful death ! I shudder when I think ofit, though it was years ago, and I seem tohear her last words to me even yet "Nellie,never , marry a poor man. Make a richmatch.'

It needed not my mother's wish to confirmme in my desire to contract a rich marriage,for I had determined to adopt the plan asthe only means by which I could escape fromthe doom of poverty which I saw hangingover me. 1 had not the moral courage toface it and I resolved to fly from it; hut Ilittle dreamed of the struggle that was inBtore for me.

When I was a" child my only playmatewas a boy a few years older than myself. He"was named Walter uwynne, and was theson of a neighbor. Walter and I had beenplaymates and schoolmates together. He

. had carried me in his arms often, and usedto call me his pet. As we grew up ourchildish affection strengthened, and whenwe became man and woman we loved eachother with a love that could not die. Wewere never pledged to each other, but Iknew his heart and he knew mine. Whenmy mother died Walter was very good tome. O, never had I loved him so well as Idid then 1 . In my gratitude I gave him arelic that had belonged to my father, andbegged him to keep it for ray sake. It wasa small, curiously worked ross of iron, andbore this inscription in German, "I gavegold for iron, 1813." It was one of the fa-

mous iron crosses that were bestowed by theKing of Prussia in the waragainst Napoleon,and nad been conferred for merit on mygrandfather. It had never been in unwor-thy hands and I gave it to Walter; as hewas the only one I knew who merited it ;

but I did not think then that my hand would1 1 1 ' x

inaeeu iay upon mm a cross oi iron never to"be laid down.

I was deeply attached to ray mother, andmourned for her sincerely; but this was notxny greatest sorrow. A heavier grief camevpon me one for which I alone was respon- -sible, it is true, but which was none the

veasicr to bear on that account . .1 I had resolved on marryina rich man, ast own fortune would not last much longerA I was firm in my determination. I lov-- J-

Walter Gwynne with my whole heart,he wa3 poor, and I knew would have a

struggle in life; and I had not the- p to face the world with him. I hated

for my weakness, and would havei orlis to have been hi3 wife ; but I

- the moral strength to make thewas wicked, I know ; but I haveor it since, and if sorrow can make

. ybr sin, then I have paid the ut--

ticks after my mother's death,d with me down to the rocks

sea-shcr- e. It wa3 one of our.i- - V, and it was the first time

ivezient that we had been to-fo- re

than a few minutes at a(oka to me about my futureh mo what I would do. I told

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"I have thousht of this a treat deal,Nellie." he said, earnestly, "and I do notthink I shall do wrong to speak to you as Iwish."

I glanced up at his face, and, as I saw thelook there, knew what he wished to say. Ierew Dale and faint

"No, Walter, no," I gasped. "Don'tsav it don't sav it !

"I must say it, Nellie," he went on, "andyou must listen to me. Jver Bince we werechildren I have loved you, and have lookedto the day when I should claim you as mywife. Now that you are alone in the world,1 think 1 have a right to urge my claim.You know I love you, and I have believedthat you love me. You know my prospectsas well as I do, and that I have a hard strug-gle before me, but with your encouragementand love, I think I can come out of the con-

test with success. Will you be my wife,iNelheY"

I had sunk down on a rock, for I could gono further. My limbs refused to sustain me:and it seemed that my heart would break. Icovered my face with my hands, and strovefiercely to control my emotions. All mylove for Walter rushed upon mo in a strongand mighty torrent, which well nigh sweptaway the barriers of my sinful resolution.How grand and noble he looked as he laidhis heart before me in all its simpletruthfulness, and how false and foul I was,as I shrank before his avowal, in my crimi-nal weakness! I wish I had died then ; itwould have been better for me. I said noth-ins- r,

for I could not trust my voice, andWalter spoke again.

" I want you to decide with a view to yourown happiness. If you do not love meenough to be my wife, you might learn to doso. But if it will make you happier to re--

"Happier?" I asked bitterly.He had been gazing out upon tho sea, and

turned sudden'y at the sound of my voice.

It was so full of bitterness that it startledeven him.

"Are you sick, Nellie?" he asked, anx- -

iously."No," I answered with forced calmness,

" only I cannot talk to you about this now,Walter. I cannot now. At some othertime."

" I have been too hasty," he said tenderly." Poor child, your grief has not grown calmenough for you to think of" anything butyour mother. I can wait, Nellie. I couldwait a lifetime for you."

A sharp pain shot through my heart, andit was with difficulty that I repressed a sighof anguish. My heart was wrung with aterrible torture, and I felt that I could en-

dure Walter's presence no longer. I wantedto be alone. I asked him to go back byhimself and leave me, as I wanted to bealone. He seemed surprised at first, butwhen I repeated my request, he turned to goawav. I sprang up and caught his hand.

"Walterl""Nellie!""If anything should happen to give you

cause to hate me, would you do so?""Hate you, Nellie ? I do not think I could

hate you. '' ' Not even though I should give you cause

to do so?" I asked, scarcely knowing whatI said.

" Not even then, Nellie. I would, in sucha case feel great sorrow, but no unkindness.But what makes you ask me ?" He lookedat me anxiously as he spoke.

"Nothing," I replied. " Go, leavo mcnow, I am weak and nervous."

He turned off with a sigh, and as he wenthe seemed to, carry all the light of my exis-tence with him. 1 sank down on the rockand gave way to my feelings. I suffered in-

tensely, and my self-hatre-d became almostunendurable; but still I grew firmer in myresolution. That outburst enabled me to gothroush the rest with more calmness. Itwas dark when I went back home, and bythat time I had conquered my heart.

Among my mends was a gentleman wliomI had known from my childhood. He wasfif ty, at least and I was just twenty-on- e. Ireceived a visit irom mm a iow uays uitermy interview with Walter, and before heleft he made me an offer of his hand. Hetold me he had loved mc for a long time, buthad feared to speak before, as he was mucholder; that he learcd I could not love mm ;

but now that I was alone in the world, hefelt that he had a right to -- tell me of hislove.

These were almost the very words Walterhad spoken to me, and they fell with a coldchill on my heart I asked him time to re-

flect on the offer he had made, and was givenas long a period as I desired.

It seemed to me that some hidden powerwas holding out this offer to me to temptme to my late. Here was a man, of pureand noble heart, who wished to make me hiswife, lie was wealthy, and my positionwould be even better than at present ; but 1

did not love him. Yet I had resolved upona rich marriage, and I had no better pros-pect than this. Should I accept him? Oh,the torture, the agony, of those thoughts!I felt that I knew what my course would be.It would be to deceive a true, good man,who trusted me, and prove false to my own Jheart .

I avoided Walter, but could not help see-

ing him sometimes, lie never said anythingmore with regard to the offer he had mademe, but I perceived that he was anxiouslyawaiting my answer. Little did he dreamhow much suffering those interviews cost me.I would have given my life to have knelt athis feet and laid my heart bare before him,to have asked him to taks me to his owngreat heart and save me from myself; but Icould not I could not

I resolved to end this trial.. I sent forMr. Grey and gave him ray answer to hissuit I promised to be his wife. When heleft me I fainted, and after that my heartseemed frozen within me. Only once itmoved beyond my control.

One afternoon, about 6un set, I went outalone to the rocks near the Fea-hor- whereI had been so often with Walter. I sat fora long time, looking out on the waves whichwere overcast with a dull, leaden hue, andlistening to the moaning of the surf on thebeach. The sadness of the scene calmed myown tortured feelings, and I sat motionless,with a vague sense of relief from pain. Howlong I Eat thus I do not know. I was arous-ed by an instinctive knowledge that I was notalone, and looking up, I saw Walter stand-ing by me. He was sadder than I had everseen him. He sat down by me, and wetalked for a long time. The moon was rising,but it was soon obscured by dark clouds.Still we sat there, I wished to tell him ofmy engagement, but I knew not how to doso. I thought it best that he should learnit from me. At last I nerved myself for thefearful effort

"Walter," I said, and my voice soundedharsh and stern, "do you know Mr. Grey?"

"Certainly; he is ono of the best and

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most upright men in the place. Why doyou ask?"

"Because I have promised to be his wife,"I replied. I shook like an aspen : mystrength seemed coins: from me. Walteronlv bent his head, so that I could not seehis face, and then said, in a low tone, aftera moment s silence :

"I have feared this for some time Nellie.I don't blame you, but I doubt the wisdomof your choosinar so old a man."

Of course you do ; it is natural that youshould." I spoke sharply, and even rudely,but it was a relief to the pain that was gnaw-ing at my heart.

lie rose from his feet quickly, walked afewjpaces from me, and then came back." That was unkind, Nellie," he said. "But

tell mel do you love Mr. Grey?""O, my God!" I groaned involuntarily.

"That question from you ?' '

He came and stood directly ever me, andlooking at me sternly, asked fiercely

" Tell mo, do you love that old man?"I had unconsciously betrayed myself, and

I now took refuge in anger."You have no right to ask that question,"

I replied, quickly."I have a right to ask it I will tell you

why. It is because you have deceived me,and wrung my heart until it is almost bro-ken; because I know now that my worstfears are confirmed ; because you are aboutto trample upon my heart as well as yourown ; all for the sake of an old man's gold.I have a right to ask this question, and todemand an answer.",

I rose to my feet I was angry now, forhe had spoken to me as no one had everdone before, and I did not pause to think ofthe provocation I had given him.

"I refuse to answer it !" I exclaimed." You shall answer me !" he broke forth,

exeitedlv."This is worthy of you," I exclaimed.

scornfuhy. " You can insult me here whereI have no protector. 1 think I shall makea lucky escape from marrying you."

He stood bctorc me silently, with his headbowed. He pointed to the rock and motion-ed that I should sit down ; but I refused.

Nellie, he said, slowly, and the sufferingin his tones pierced my heart " I ask your

fiardon for my rudeness. When you were aI used to carry you in my arms

over all the rough places in my way to theschool ; aud even then I used to look for-ward to the time when I should have theright to carry you over the rugged roadalong which

. . we...must allw.make our life-jo- ur. ,ney. Since that time 1- - have never had athought that was not for your happiness. Ilove you better than I can ever love another

better even than my life itself; but if itwould Becure your happiness, 1 would seethat love change to a lii'g-lon- g sorrow, andnot murmur."

God knows what demon prompted me, but1 answered sneeringly

" So it would seem."1 saw him flinch under the cruel blow, but

he continued with his eyes fixed on the sea :" 1 speak the truth. 1 could not lie to

here, Nellie, with God overhead, andfou voice speaking to me in the booming ofthe waves. 1 feel that 1 have lost you for-ever, and 1 hope vou will believe mc.". lie paused, and seemed waiting for me tospeak, but 1 said nothing, and he went on,this time looking at me steadily.

" 1 am sorry you think so poorly of me.Since it is the case, however, 1 ought to re-

turn you this. When you gave it to me,you said it was meant to be worn only bygood and worthy men. 1 ought not to keepit"

He held out tome the iron cross, and hishand trembled as he did so. 1 could nottake it 1 knew that 1 was not worthy towear it, and 1 would have died at his feetbefore 1 would have received it from him.

" Keep it," 1 gasped ; keep it, for you areworthy to wear it 1 dare not take it" Myheart seemed bursting, and 1 wildly cried,'"O, Walter, pity me ! my heart is breaking V '

lie sprang forward and clasped me in hisarms. He held me so close that I could notmove, and I felt his heart beating fiercelyagainst mine. 1 lay passive for a moment,for it was so sweet to be clasped in thosedear arms, where I knew I could never beheld again. I felt his hot tears falling fastupon my check.

"O, Nellie. Nellie," he sobbed, '"yon cannot do this. You love me I know you loveme, as truly as I love you ; and yetyou woulddoom us both to life-lo- ng misery. I imploreyou, do not marry that man."

I felt that I could not long resist him, ifhe held me thus. I called ajl my fortitudeto sustainme

"Kelease me, Walter G wynne," Iexclaim-e- d

coldly, "you have n6 right to act so.""By Heaven !" he shouted fiercely, "I will

not part with u. Look at those waves.Who is to hinder me from hurling you intothem, and saving you from a life of infamy?You do not love that old man, and you marryhim for his gold. By Heaven, you shall not !

I will plunge you beneath those waves andfollow you there, before you shall be hiswife."

A quick, firm footstep was heard behindus, and a voice exclaimed in angry; astonish-ment, "Mr. Gwynne, what docs this mean?"

Walter released mc, and we both lookedaround abruptly. Mr. Grey was standingwithin a few feet of us. Walter looked athim for a moment, hesitated and then sprangdown the rocks, and was out of sight

"What does it mean?" Mr. Grey asked,hesitatingly.

"Poor boy," I said calmly, "he has justmade me an offer of his hand, and his disap-pointment made him forget what was due tome. I hope you will pay no attention to him,for I am sure he will be sorry when he growscalmer.

We went home in silence. I did not seeWalter again. In the morning I received anote with only two words "Forgive me ;"and in the evening I heard that he had goneaway from the village.

In a month after this I was married. . Ihad learned by that time to rule my heart,and I did not falter a3 1 repeated the awfulwords in which I vowed to Jove ray husband.A few weeks after my marriage I learnedthat Walter had fallen heir to an immensefortune, left him by a distant relative. Thiswas the beginning of my punishment Iwanted wealthy and had I been true to myown heart 1 might haye had it with the love1 craved. . .

Mr. Grey was kind and tender. All thatwealth and affection could do to make mehappy, he lavished upon me ; but each freshproof of his love and confidence only increasedmy misery and self-contem- pt 1 was a livinglie. 1 hated myself, and prayed for death,but could not find it

At last a child was born to mc a darlinglittle blue-eye- d girL My whole soul wasbound np in her, and just as 1 was lookingforward to happiness in her, God took herfrom-m- e. 1 know the punishment was just,but it was hard to think so then.

After my baby died 1 became reckless. 1

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cared for nothing. My husband's love wastorture to me, and everyday 1 found it moredifficult to bear. At last there came onowho. though nominally my husband s friend,sought both his ruin and my own. He readmy secret fully, and humbled me with it 1

was mnrl 1 was desTcrate. Mv husband'sfalse friend watched nia closely, attended melike my shadow, and at last asked me to flywith him. In my wretchedness 1 consented.Heaven knows 1 was innocent of sinful intent,but in my misery 1 clutched the first chanceof escape.

We left the house one dark, stormy night,and entering a close carriage, set off at fullspeed for the lailway station. The horsestook fright and ran away. I sat in the car-riage, dumb with terror, and almost uncon-scious of everything until a sudden crashstartled me, and I found myself buried inone corner of the vehicle, which fell heavilyon one side. In an instant my companionwas out of the carriagej so that when the

collected around it no one knew heEeople it with uie. They helped mcto alight, and me on my for-tunate escape.

As I was moving away, I saw them takea human form from under the wheels, andwas told that it was the body of a man whohad been run over and almost killed whenthe carriage upset. I sprangforward, and saw in the flickering lamplightthe pale, ghastly features of Walter Gwynne.I did not faint or cry out, but sustained by asuperhuman energy, followed the men withtheir burden to a room in the tavern nearby.A physician was summoned and he pronoun-ced the injuries mortal. He said that Wal-ter would die during the night.

At my request, all but the physician andmyself were excluded from the room. Inever left it until Walter lay in it a corpse.

In about an hour he recovered his con-sciousness. The doctor told him he mutdie, and asked if he was prepared. A softsweet smile lit up the dear face as he an-swered

" Ye3 ; God be praised that I am so nearthe end of my trials."

He turned and saw me ; his face shonewith joy.

"It was kind in you to come, Nellie," hewhispered.

I stayed by him during the Fad night Itold him that I loved him had always lovedhim, and how I had suffered ; but kept fromhim my shameful attempt at flight I couldnot bcarto embitter his last momenta withMich a ennfsssion.

lie held my hand lovingly, and never tookhis eyes from me, until they were closed uponearth. At last, as he was sinking fat, hewhispered

"Will you kiss me, Nellie? There will beno sin in it. I am sonearllcavcn that therewill be no taint of eaith in it."

I bent down and kissed him, and uiy tearsrained upon his face, llis hand released itsgrasp, and his eyes closed gently; then therecame into his face a look of happiness andpeace, and I knew it was that peace whichpasscth all

In a few years my husband died, blessingme for having been a true and faithful wife.He never knew how I deceived and wrongedhim, and I am thankful he did not Itwould have darkened his lat hours with asorrow which his trust in me spared him.

I am still watching for the day when Ishall follow them. I have simmed but I havesuffered and repented. I have sought mercyand forgiveness at the foot of the cross, andwait humbly for the day when the heavyladen shall travel no more, and the weary beat rest. .

A SnakeA of the Eitenhage Times,

writing from the saTs :

"An snake affair occurredin this a few Sundays ago. Alarge snake of the Cobra tribe, about fourfeet six inches long, got, unseen, into a far-mer's house it is supposed, on Saturday af-ternoon, ana concealed itself under an har-monium. On the Sunday afternoon, thochildren being at school, the farmer and hiswife were quietly reading, the wife sitting infront of the window. The snake quictlycrawlcd out, got, un perceived, under thegood lady's crinoline, and twisted himselfaround her leg, from the ankle to the knee,which position it kept for upwards of anhour. The fanner's wife, thinking it herfavorite kitten, took no notice of it, until atlength, wishing to eject the intruder, theslightly raised Iter dress for that purpose.

"Judge of her surpriscon finding so deadlya creature twisted around her log. She sat

still, not even looking at herhe should disturb the reptile. At

last it uncoiled itself, and then twisted itclfaround her foot; the shoe fitted looselv, andshe softly withdrew her foot, made one boundacross the room, and called her husband'sattention to the cause of the disturbance.Tho savage creature now charged the wife,and was only kept off by the husband withhis Sunday coat It soon retreated and gotunder a footstool, putting out its head as ifto threaten death to any one who should ap-proach itA stick was brought to the farmer,who struck a terrible blow at its head, buthit the stool, shivering the stick to pieces.Tliis exasperated the creature, and it dartedout at the farmer, and again kept at bay bythe coat It at length retreated to the bed-room, where it was killed."

A Smart Girl. In Cincinnati there oc-

curred recently a scene at the door of the'l I I ! t .1 - ; iVuauw, in wnicn tne prime acwrcauic

off the worse for wear. Ayoung man, who believed he knew as muchas any other man, had been paying his at-

tentions to a young lady, who, among herother attractions, possessed a very luxurantgrowth of red hair. Theyoung man couldnot induce the young lady to think him bet-ter than other men, and Ehe finally gave himthe mitten. One evening after this, think-ing his time to get even had arrived, hestationed himself in the aisle near the chapeldoor, and, seciDg the young lady coming,threw up his hands, pretending fright, andexclaimed,

"Stand aside, boys, or you will take fire 1

Here comes " (naming the lady,)She walked very leisurely to whero the

young man was standing, stopped, and look-ed him in the face, saying,

"You need not be alarmed, Mr.- -: ;

yeni are entirely too green to burn fThe roar of laughter which greeted theyoung man's cars was more than he couldwell relish, and he beat a hasty retreat.

Geary was very unpopular in his oldregiment' the 28th, where the soldiers werewho knew him and he will not receive onevote among them. It i significant thatwhile Feveral meetings of those who servedunder him have been held to express theiropinions against him, not one has yet beenheld in his favor.

COUNTRY.

CO., PA., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12,1866. .HVOL. NO.

congratulated

Involuntarily

understanding.

Adventure.correspondent

Winterhock,extraordinary

neighborhood,

rerfectly

considerably

"Brick" Pomeroy and the Dea-con's Hexa.

Deacon Brightwater lived in New Hartford.Nutmeg State. He had a red house, a redhorse, a red barn, red fence, a red cow, redwindow sash, an old fashioned red sleigh, ared smoke house, red hogs little redeyes anda red nose the very picture of a New Ln glandpuritan. He had a wife who wore a red petti-coat and had the readiest tonue a womanever fired at us. He had some little readymoney, got by making sider brandy from sto-

len apples and taking toll from the copperspattered contribution saucr ho passed inthe red church in that settlement of Sundaybeans, week day onions and orthodox views.

An 1 he had a female child whose namewas llexa Brightwater, and who was twenty-n-

ine years old ; wore red stockings, redgarters, metal tiped shoes, green spectacles,and the prettiest red hair tha world ever seteyes on or into. Hexa, a true New Englandgal, chewed wads of pine gum and sweetendher breath with onions. Hexa wasn't so muchhandsomer than a doll as to make the dollfaint, but she was intelligent In fact, inf,eh-genc- e

Was her best hold, but one ; she wasgreat on making baby garments and had twotrunks full packed away' that she might beready as willing wheii the evil hour drewnigh, as she trusted it would from year toyear.

My father was a common sortof a rooster,and lived outside of the drippings of NewEngland blessings. He was taught that in,

no other place could there be found womenof intelligence, and he sent me there to finda loving lass, to court some intelligent beauty,to woo some refined nutmeggeress and withher return to my rural home to astonish thebarbarians with something beyond the ave-rage of female loveliness.

I went to the land ofsteady habits. I wantedto hand several "Bricks" down to posterity,and was told by father that with a New Eng-land girl for a wife I could raise more chil-dren, grow more onions, skin more eeta, singmone psalnis, know more of what was goinon in the neghborhood, hear more scandalsleep less nights, have more relatives, eatmore beans, love myself and hate others more,and get more out of a dollar than with anyother sort of a woman in this happy country,soealled.

Deacon Brightwater with his pright rednose, was a cunning man. . He was a NewEngland christian. He crowded nineteeneggs under a fourteen egg hen, always bor-rowing the five odd eggs! He smelt of peo-nies' breach to see if they had been drinkingliquor, and then made a few stain ps by in-

forming ofthem. He didn't drink him him-

self but cot his nose tinted by 'holdin? it socloe to the mouths of those who did ! Hesi slit matches to make them last longer. He'dpick up hens headd to boil them for the fatthereon. He d take a claw-hamm- er wncn newent visitinrr to draw tacks from carpets whenunseen. He made cider brandy and made iton shares. He was always trying to swap horses, but never could find one that worked wellon his machiene. but he tried them all tillnoon and sent them home hungry ! He was acareful, prudnt, wholesouled, liberal, sponta-neous edition of benevolence, who gave hishogs' tails and rams' horns to the ioor, andmade prayers longer than the swecd of hiscider mill", but like that instrument alwayspointep down.

Hexa Brichtwatcr never had a beau tillI visited her. She was too intelligent forthe common herd. She knew everything.She could tell how long a wad of gum wouldlast, how much a southerner made fromanig-ge- r,

how many duck eggs wold hatch undera two year old pullet, aud when beans werefit to bake. She was one of those highersphere beings, who could do no wrong ; whocould not endure those who did.

Howl did spark Hexa! Deacon Bright-wate- rheard that I had wealth and he was

willing. He'd go to bed early. He'd playsnore so Hexa and I would hurry up. Mrs.Deacon Brightwater went to sleep too. Shecrawled in beside the deacon front side.Their bed room door was always shut byparticular request of Hexa. She knew whyit should be closed. I used to footfall on thel ed room floor. I mistrusted llexa's motherused to vtatch at the key hole. She couldsee where Hexa and I sat to press each oth-er's hands, eat candy and taste of each oth-er's lips. I didn't like to have her do this.So one night when I mistrusted, I slippedup beside the door and jabbed a wire intothe key hole. It was a longwire, I heardsomebody squeal inside. The end of thethe wire was wet when I pulled it back. Thedeacon's wife lost something that night!And so did Hexa ! Her mother died beforemorning from the effect ofthat playful, puri-tanical jab! That wire cured the key holedisease. It opened the old lady's eye ! Thedeacon followed her to the grave. With trueNew England affection he put up a tombstone on which was

Hie jarket Hexa's Mother,Orphan child without a brother.

She went henrc with a single rye, tc,And left I iu;lc to go forth I

Tears cannot restore herTherefore I weep I

As I pile sod o'er herAll in a heap.

The deacon grew pa'c, all except his nose.That wouldn't pale. It was in better spirits.The deacon married a nigger lady from thecotton country and was happier than ever.Then Hexa and I had it all our way. We'dit in the parlor, I cross legged, llexa with

one foot undzr her like a duck. She wasstrong minded. She wanted heaps of hug--

ing and you bet I was old industry as thatf'usiness. She used to begin our Sundaynight devotion, so called by singing :

"Arm me with jealous care !"I used to arm her, every time ! She liked

it Then she would read a chapter abouthow the waste places should be made glad.I used to make her waist places glad, lots t ill

my arms got so tired I couldn't Then she'dpillow her head on my manly chest, and 1 dpillow my head on her manly chest Andwe agreed that all I had should be hern, andall she had should be mine. She thoughtmine was more than hern. But it wan'tHer dad was rich.

I used to help her weed onions. That wxsher strong game. She'd snatch an onion bedbald headed m two minutes, fche never misseda weed. She knew clover from onions just aseasy. When they all grew in one clumpshe'd dissect them quicker than a cat couldlick her ear. I've seen her snatch for a hand-ful of weeds right in among the onions andnever faze an un ! The old deacon said onceas I stood in the barn holding a 6hecp forhim to shear that there was a consolation inaffliction, for he had buried six wivc3 andfelt that each one was a stepping stone overthe river to glory. He paused hi3 shearing,looked skyward un along side a black bottlehe carried in a side pocket and resumed hisclipping. I saw by nis nose that he was af-fected. I pitied him. I asked him if theriver waa broad. He said it was, and deep.I asked him if his stepping stone3 reachedas yet near tho glory shore, ne said notquite about half way. I looked at the huxa- -

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py old deacon and his bald head, and as I gosight of his new wife asleep in the sun on thewood pile, surrounded by a swarm of admir-ing flies anxious to kiss her for her motherbut too polite to touch her opened lips, Ireverently thought "old Cocky, it will be awonder if the nigger don't beat you andplant you first as the next step stone."

We sheared the sheep. We were long atit, for the deacon said shearing sheep on ahot day made him think ho was caressing hislast wife.

Then we sat under the fence, and while Itied my shoe, I could hear a gurgle about thedeacon's mouth. I thought it was his nosepreparing to blossom, but it was only ciderbrandy.

And we sat there and talked till the noonhour came. We settled our marriage mat-ters and I was to have Hexa if I could gether. There was a question about the dowry.The deacon wanted me to pay the funeralexpenses of his last wife not but he was gladto get rid of her, but he found her more ex-pensive after death than before. I refusedto pay for such nonsense he found that Iwas in earnest and let up. If he hadn't af-ter all I'd spent for Hexa in the way of timeand travel, I'd have gone for his red knob,and he knew it

By and by the old deacon fell asleep and IWent in to comfort Hexa.

We had a nice time. She was a rapid talk-er. I was a mere man of mud in compari-son to her. She knew she was smart Sheknew all other women were ignorant, for shehad been taught it I didn t love her forher hate. She hated everything beyond hereyeshot She hated some parts of NewEng-land,n- ot

because onions would'ntgrow there,but because in some places there were great,ugly Democrats there, and they kept increas-ing. But I didn't want a woman to love me

only one who was intelligent, and so Isparked her.

Our marriage day was fixed. Being an ig-

norant,Western laborer I vras forced to agreeto remain a servant in that household tenyears, to get the hang of their notions.

I had to learn to use a sickle instead of areaping machine to use psalnis instead ofmelodies to work for others instead oi my-self. It was all right for a while. But Icouldn't love the deacon's dusky wife. Didnot like Iicf color. And when I wanted tohunt I had to shoot straight up into the airor down into tho well for fear of trespassing.And when I wanted to run and expand mylungs, I wa3 plum against a stone fence inless than a minute. If I kissed Aexa on theSabbath I was fined for it I was forced todrink cider brandy or nothing. And I wasfed on onions till I sickened of them. On-ions are eood for two or three hundred meals,but for a steady diet I like them not I triedto love Hexa, but soon as she found I wasbetrothed to her she put on airs. She mademe hew her wood, draw her water, find herin food and pay extra for sewing on my shirtbuttons, making neck ties and all such littlejobs.

And I had to work hard all day cartingapples from other firms for Deacon Bright-wat- er

to grind up into apple cider to reddenhis nose. And if I wanted a drink of ciderI had to rav for it from over work. And Ihad to work to fix up the little garden patch

to repair his old mill that wasn't worth repairs. As the old deacon grows old he growsmean. As llexa thinks she has got a lellowtnmt she just evcrlastmgly goes for him.am the best worker ever on the place Imake the old farm so called valuable andit is for llexa's interest to keep me. Butshe hates me she is jealous of me shedon't try to make it pleasant for me shequarrels with mc and says I am nothing buta great utrly brute she scolds me tnl 1 couldalmost die steals my trinkets, cuts up myclothes for ras carpets and whenever she goesto a tea party she tells folks what amcan cuss1 am, and what a sweet intelligent angel sheis.

Some day I'll quit on Hexa we'll gothrough that old cider braudy mill and leavefor the est where I can see daylight with-out obliged to look straight up, andwhere I can find some one better natured, ifnot so smart, to sew on buttons and makeneck tics. I'll work on but keep gettingmy little duds in shape, and some day be onin earnest,and let the deacon sing his psalmsand let Uexo weed her onions. Thoughtfully thine, "Biuck Pojieroy.

Strange Coincidence.Andrew Jackson was born in North Caro-

lina, emigrated to Tennessee, and was elect-e- n

President of the United States. Duringhis Administration the opposition were won-derfully excerciscd because he dared to re-move men from office who opposed "thegovernment" Andrew Johnson was alsoborn in North Carolina, emigrated to Tenn-essee, aud i? now President of tho UnitedStates. The pnosition are just now wonder-fully excerciscd about his removing menfrom office who are now opposed to "the gov-ernment" Philadelphia was the only cityin the Union whose muncipa! authorities re-fused to extend hospitalities to General Jack-son on his visit to the West, and Philadel-phia is the only city whose Moneipal author-ities refused to extend hospitalities to An-drew Johnson on his visit to the WestBut the people of Philadclpnia turned outen mouse to welcome Andrew Jackson, andby a decided vote at the polls sternly re-buked the municipal authorities for theircontemptible meanness. The jcopie of Phil-adelphia also turned out en masse to wel-

come Andrew Johnson, and will administera similar rebuke to the present muncipalauthorities at the ballot-bo- x, Strange coin-cidences sometimes happen in this wickedworld of ours 1

The Fenians.The address of Gen. Sweeny warning the

members of the Fenian Brotherhood againstthe attempt of the Radicals to secure theIrish vote, has created considerable excite-ment among all the Circles in New York. Itis stated that the letter of the General, whostill holds the office of Fenian Secretary of

v ar, will be presented bcloro the Congressof the Brotherhood to meet in Troy on the4th of September, with a view to havingprompt action taken on the subject

A lengthy report is to be also presented totho Congress, explaining the secret causes ofthe failure of the late invasion of Canada.It is believed that some of the leaders of themovement will bo censured for the tardinessin not sending or bringing reinforcements toGen. O'Neill, after the battle of LimestoneEidgo. ;

Jinks says, members of Congresswho voted themselves $5000 a year oughtnot be forgiven because the wiskey, undertheinfiuenco ofwhich the bill was put throughwas of the rankest description.

Write your own epitaph in youth ;

make it as flattering as you please : and thendevote the rest of your life in trying to de-

serve it

Dollars per Annuo in Adrance.

How the Republican Party isRuining the country.

The following is from the New York Eveninrr Post, heretofore a Kadical sheet in sup--portot the ItepuDiican jrariy. ut, unjaopposed to a high protective tariff :

"If there was no other reason why the Ite-nublic- an

oartv should be driven from powerat once, the fact that its corrupt 'protectivepolicy is rapidly ruining our home industry "

would be sufficient It is a sober truth thatunder the policy imposed upon the countrybp the Republican party, some of the branch-es of industry in which we ought to and doexcel are already almost ruined ; ana an otn-er- s

am threatened. Thus, under the Republican rule we drift rapidly towards nationalpoverty and bankruptcy.

A correspondent calls attention to the factthat the manufacture of one of the mostwidely used sewing machines to supply thodemand of Europe, Asia and South America has been removed to Jrans. .bet tneskilled mechanics of America take notice ofthis fact The "protectionist" policy, whichhas been made the distinctive feature of thoRepublican party, is ruining American me-chanics ; it is driving them from their homes,to Jurope, m search of employment JM otonly that, let American sewing-wome- n takenotice of the difference in price charged themby tho manufacturers here and charged tothe foreign consumers by the manufactory inParis. Here is a table of prices :

Number of Price in Price in Paris,Machine. New York. in gold.

No. 23 $55 00 $9 75No. 24 63 00 9 75No. 22 80 00 12 75No. 25 90 00 12 75No. 2G 105 00 14 00No. 27 115 00 14 00No. 39 (shuttle)... 55 00 12 50

Tho Paris machines are warranted to be"equal in every respect to the original" ma-chines made in this country, as the Paris fac-tory is aifirmed to be "fitted up with thevery best American tools, and worked bythemost capable American mechanics." Theyare the same tools, worked by the same me--chanics, that have been employed in makingthe same machines in this country. TheseAmerican mechanics do not carry their skilland industry to increase the wealth of France, '

because they prefer that country to theirown, nor without securing at least as goodwages as they could get in the same businessat home. Nor is it credible that steam orwater power can be had cheaper in Paristhan in Boston. Neither are tne means ofsubsistence more abundant there, for it isknown that we send both provisions andbreadstuff from this country to France, andcould send more if it were not that the tariffdiverts labor from agriculture, and makes allthe clothing and implements of the farmertwice as costly as they ought to be.

The tariff is the only reason why thesemachines, being sole an Amercan invention,are no longer made ia this country for thesupply of the whole world, by American me-chanics, using American water power, burn-ing American coal, working American ironand copper, and subsisting on Americanfood, and thus adding all the profits of thebusiness to the aggregate wealth of the Uni-ted States. IT it were not for the tariff, theprices of iron and other metals would beequalized in both continents, in a little time,just as certainly as the ocean recovers its ley-- el

after the flow of the tide.The sewing machino inventions are un-

doubtedly patented in Europe as well as inthis country. Therefore our people may bo 'assured that the only reason why a No. 23machine, which i3 offered in Paris for lessthan fifteen dollars in currency, costs abovefifty dollars in New York, is to be found inthat policy, now announced to be distinctive-ly the Republican policy, which under thename of protection imposes numerous dutieson iron and other metals, and thus makes itimpossible for our skilled mechanics to makesewing machines, jor mowing machines, orbuild ships or engines, in competition withforeign nations. So oppressive and ruineusis this policy, that it has already begun todrive American mechanics to France andEngland too see work and bread.

lor, the sewing machine is not a solitary-instanc-

of the tendencies of the tariff, anaits certain effect to drive manufacturers outof the country. The mowers and reapersarc going the same way. We heard of aninstance in point tho other dy. A merchant-fro-

Brazil nad occasion to purchase a largenumber of mowing machines. After makingcareful inquiries and calculations, ha cameto tho conclusion that he would buy fifty ma-chines in New York to supply the most ur-gent demand, and would then go to Englandto have the remainder built there, withoutthe impositions of the American tariff. Ifhe can make a saving an3'thing like that ef-fected in the case of the sewine machtnc.hewill save a small fortuuo by his enterprise.We may be sure that a countless number ofenterprises will follow in the same direction.The iniquity ofa protective tariff will pres-

ently become apparent to Otir sewing women,who have to give above one hundred dollarsfor a machine which the seamstress in Parisbuys for fourteen dollars in gold, or abouttwenty-tw- o in our currency j because it willbe found that tho latter, having so much lessto invest in her machine, will easily under-bid the former in the prieo of her work, andour market will bo filled with ready-mad- e ar-ticles from Paris. It will even pay to sendmaterials of American production to be madeup in Paris, by American machines made inParis. Step by step these fatal injuries mustextend to every branch of American indus-try, if tho workingmen of America do notcombine to deprive tho Republican party ofpower that party which attempted in theCongress just adjourned to impose upon thecountry a tariff still more ruinous to our in-

dustry, who did this, as was proved at thetime, with the most corrupt motives, andwhose only object now is to keen the south-ern states out of Congress until they can fas-

ten this course upon the country if the ,

workingmen ofAmerica do not unite to hurlthis party from power.

Our people could ray, twice oyer.by open,taxation, all tho revenue that tho govern-ment derives from duties on materials andsubsistence, if they wero allowed to purchaseall such articles at their market value in thoplace where they are most cheaply made.We could create and export the means ofpayment ten times over, with our cheaplands, if we could have our means and im-plements at their proper cost Tho countrycould pay its debt twice as easy, and grow --

rich all the while twice as fast, if only its in-

dustry and its trade were free. But theywill never bo free while the Republican poli-ticians hold power ; for these are desperate-ly determined, as they openly dedare, toconsummate their iniquitous and ruinouspolicy, and they have resolved to'keep thostates out, until they do.

HOW TO BE IlArrr. Real Deipapers.

Sheila Q. Hartung, PhD, RN Bloomsburg University Bloomsburg, PA

Sheila Q. Hartung, PhD, RN Bloomsburg University Bloomsburg, PA

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