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CLEARFIELD WEDNESDAY, JANUARY H. 1855
.oh, ho.you'n see him before a great while
replied the Californian.

sOh, no! you'H seehm before great while,
replied the Californian.
sHas he been lucky?'
sYes-ffty thousand at the lowest calcutta
ton. But he's going to try game over you.
He means to tell you that he's been robbed Of
all his gold on his way home, to see if you
have any generosity and disinterestedness-to
see whether you'd give your daughter TO him,
gold or no gold
.SIy boyr chuckled old Griffin. 'I'm much
obliged to you for the hint. III act according.
Good morning.
Now If happened that the Californian was a
good friend of Bittles, and that the story of
Bittle's misfortunes was absolutely true he
having been robbed of every ounce of his hard
earned gold dust on his way home. So it may
be supposed he called on Griffin with very
lugubrous and e-begone air.
MY dear boy said Uncle BIZ, 4 de-
lighted to see you, and pleased to,hear of your
luck. welcome you as my son-in-law. But
what the duce is the matter with you!'
alas, sir!' said Bttles, 4 made fifty thou
sand dollars at the mines
Very hard luckr interrupted the old gen.
tleman, chuckling.
But on my way home, was robbed Of cv-
cry ounce-and now how can l claim your
daughters hand p
Sampson Bittles,' said Uncle BIl, very cum
ningly, si' you haven't got fifty thousand dol
lars you deserve to have it-you've worked
hard enough to get it. You shall have my
daughter and the marriage shall be cclebra-
ted tomorrow night. In anticipation of your
return have had you published. And while
your talking to Mary, III draw check for
500, 900, so that you may go into partnership
with sufficient capital
But, sir am beggcr.'
SO much the better-you work the har-
der to increase your fortune
MY dear sir, how can l thank you?'
by making my girl good husband. There
500 and tell Mary the news
Bittles did tell her the news, and they were
married He went into business on the fifty
thousand furnished him by his father-in-law,
and was so extraordinary prosperous, that
Uncle Bill was more convinced than ever that
the story was regular MunchaiScn. Once or
twice he tried to repeat it, but the old gen
tleman always cut short with
i know all about It. Had it put in the pa
pers, too eh {? Oh, II was terrible affair
Lost all! Poor fellow! Well, ] made it UP to
you, aud now I wont hear another word about
it,
When Uncle Bill departed this life, his i'm
mense psoperty was found to be equally divi-
ded between his daughter and son-in-law; tie
testator bequeathed to the latter his share to
compensate him for the loss he sustained on
his return from California. The old miser
had died in the fun belief that Bittles never
lost the gold dust.
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CHAPTER XIII.

TcoPxRIGET sEcUREp.l
Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-01-17

Mary, as in duty bound, handed the epistle
TO her father, who was oYerjoyed.
Some weeks elapsed, and the return of the
steamer to New York was teegraphed. Grif-
fin was on the qui vive 10 see his future SON.
in-law
On the day ofhis expected arrival, ne met
Californian who came home in the same
ship.
where's Bittles3' he inquired.
Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-07-04
GETTING OLD.

We are all travelling one common highway.
Some are falling by the wayside early' some
are sinking beneath the fierce rays of the hot
and dusty MONDAY Il few sustain tile heavy
burden to the end, and lie down death in the
soft eifulgence of the setting sun. The jour
ney, at best, is one of hard and sorrowfui ex-
perience. The most fortunate cannot escape
all its terrors; the most saintlike cannot avoid
its communicating associations; for Sin and
Sorrow and Death are the pilgrims travelling
companions. ArdeDtly as he may strive, he
cannot avoid their presence or escape from be-
meath the shadows of their terrible frowns--
They viii bear him company to the end, where
the mysteries of life are swallowed up in the
profounder mysteries of death! But long and
wearisome as is the great thoroUghfare along
which, with feeble and timid footsteps, We are
hurrying. it has an end. Death meets us
there aud hurries us hence-we know not
how--we know not where.
To live long and yet avoid the bitterness OF
| age, is the,common prayer, and common hope
| of all. Old age, with its palsied limbs and gar
| rulous tongue, we look upon with mingled pity
and horror. When the body has outlived alike
heart and brain; when all the springs and gra-
cious fountains of humanity have been dried
| up; when all that was lovely and beautiful in
! life has died out; when the fires of Intellect,
sentiment. and humanity have been, one by
one uuenched, and Idiocy has become keeper
| of the tenement; who would not pray for the
loosening of the silver cord! But old age
that is calm, serene, clear-yisioned; that looks
mp the Past with joy, and the Future with
hope; that sits in the calm twilight, waiting
with joyous patience the coming OF the mes
senger that shall bear him home; how glorI
GUS an exodus from life were this,
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PRACTICAL PRAYER.

In the vicinity of B lived poor but
industrious man; depending for support upon
his daily labor. His wife fell sick, and not be-
ing able to hire nurse, he was obligedto con-
fine himself to the sick bed and family His
means of support being thus cut off, he soont
found himselfin need. Having wealthy neigh
Dor near, he determined to go and ask for two
bushels of wheat, with apromise to pay as soon
as his wife became we'll enough to leave, that
he could return to his work. Accordingly he
took his bag, went to his neighbor's, and ar
rived while they were at family prayers
As he sat on the door stone he heard the
man prav very earnestly that God would clothe
the naked feed the hungry, relieve the needy,
comfort all that mourn. The prayer concluded'
the poor man stepped in and made known his
business, promising to pay with the avaiis Oh
his labols. The farmer was very sorry he
could not accommodate him, but he had prom
| ised to lend a large sum of money and he had
depended upon his wheat to make it out; but
| he presumed, neigbor A--would let him
| have it.
With fearful eye and sad heart, the poor
man turned away As soon as he lett the
house the farmers little son stepped up and
said:
esFather did you not pray that God would
cIothe the naked, feed the hungry, relieve the
distressed, and comfort the mourners2"
e.Yes-why!''
| because, father, il 1 had your wheat
would answer that prayer. Il is needless 70
add that the Christian father called back his
suffering neighbor, and gave him as mnch
wheat as he needed.
Now, Christian readers, do you answer your
own prayers.
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OADE TO A MUSKEETER.

You wiked blud suker, why doant
You urn yoare livin sum wa besides
Litin down on peopel and insertin ynre
Long bill to git blud, litin
Foakses noses, an when tina git mad an
Begin to slap. leave, Haint yu got felinksi
Crate seezert how yu'd git nocked if yu was
AS large as sum tn legged blud sukers as is
Round here what wares kloas. Viii doant yu
lite doun sii, as tina du. an blede EN- foar
Tha no it. witowt hollerin awl the whyle?
Yur a kanibel yu du big biznis n
Smawl sksil, yu suk moar blud owt of a
Feller than eIefant can an yur smellOr
Amt haff as long 1u walk up foaks
Wen tha ar sleepin, tina swair
Vengens. Iiou du va wurl< il tu keap
Yur bill so sharpe without grindin, whi
s)oant WI peck worms out of treas,
& etc inscx yu long leggcdd cuss!
Wat town is it yu syng so much,
Coin rownd with yur fethirs shott oph,
Seakin whume yu ma devOwer, 1u
Seam too bee a kou ten-tid burd from yur
Singin, an syng loudist wen yure
Hungryst / shud thynk yud want on
Butes or pantyIetts tn keap yur long
Leggs fromm bein kold thys wether,
Insck. yur uslis. yu kant chaw. butt
Yur sum oun sukin, kos yu nevir
Got weened Insek. dew
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HisrRllunrnllH.
THE BATTLE OF PRINCETON.

BY EDWARD EVERETT.
Nv eountry;s standard waved on yonder height;
Her red-cross banner England there displayed,
And there the German, who for foreign night,
Had left his own domestic hearth and made,
War with its horrors and blood, trade,
Amid the battle stood and, all the day,
The bursting bomb and furious cannOnade,
The bugle's martial notes. the musketsS play,
In mingled uproar wild resounded far away
The news of Washington's victory at Tren-
ton was no less a cause of rejoicing to the
Americans than alarm to the English. Previ-
GUS to this battle, the royal army looked upon
the rebellion as they styled it, as spent and
exhausted CORVALLIS himself, was on the
point of sailing for Europe, and the opponents
of freedom were loud in their rejoicings. But
when intelligence came to New York that
Colonel Ralle and his force had been captured:
and that Washington was once more IN the
field with respectable army, Cornwallis IN
staptIy started for New Jersey and took com
1nand of the British forces.
Washington i'll the mean time had takei
post at Trenton, with about five thousand men
of which only fifteen hundred were regulars
Against this force CORVALLIS marched Will
eight thousand men, artillery, infantry, ant
dragons. The Americans fully warned
his approach fell back, and took post on tn
south side of the Assumpink river, just be
yond small bridge, and sent out parties
harrass the British front. Washington wa
now in perilous situation. His army wa
small and mostly composed of raw recruits
He could neither maintain his position no
retreat across the Delaware, while at Prince
ton ten miles in his rear, was large Britis
force. But it required an emergency to de
,veiop the resources of Gen. Washington. 81
whole military life illustrated this-whethe
on the fierce field of Monmouth or amidst til
SHOWS of Valley Forge, it required some sti
ring incident to call up the latent power whic
sh,mbcred IN his heart He, therefore, col
sidered his position, and determined 10 star
firm if possible, until night, and them with
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Hurtrq,
THE LAND OF DREAMS.

BY W1 e BfHANF.
A Mighty realm is the land of dreams,
With sleeps that hang in the twilight sky,
And weltering oceans and trailing streams,
That glcam where the dusky valleysllc,
But over its shadowy border flow
Sweet rays from the world OF endless mo rn'
And the nearer mountains catch the glow,
And flowers in the nearer fields are born
The souls of the happy dead repair
From the bowers of light to that bordering
And walk in the fainter glory there, land,
With the souls of the living, hand to hand
One calm sweet smile in that shadowy sph ere
From eyes tina. open on earth no more
lCne warming word from voice once dear
How they rise in the memory c err
Far off from those hills that shine with day,
And fields that bloom in the heavenly gales,
The land of dreams goes stretching away
To DINNER mountains and darker wales.
There lie the chambers of guilty delight,
There walk the spcctres of guilty fear,
And soft low voices that float through the night:
Are whispering sin in the helpless ear
Dear maid in thy girlhood's opening flower,
Scarce weaned from the love of childish play!
The tears on whose cheeks are but the shower
That freshenz the early bloom of May!
Thine eyes are closed and over thy brow
Pass thoughtful shadows and joyous g ans,
And know, by the moving lips, that now
Thy spirit strays In the land OF dreams
Light-hearted maiden. oh, heed thy feet,
Oh keep whore that beam of paradise falls i,
And only wander where thou may st meet
The blessed ones from its shining walls
So shalt thou come from the land of dreams
With love and peace to this world of strife;
And the light that over that border streams,
Shall lie on the path of thy deadly life.
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HOW STATUES ARE MADE.

Dick Tinto, the Florence correspondent OF
the N Y. Times, writes that the Inducements
for American sculptors to remain in Italy
Powers, Hart, Crawford, and others-areFtha
they have constantly on hand more orders
than they can execute, and employ. numerous
workmen at cheap wages. We quote
These worhmen, who actually perform the
whole or nine-tenths of the chiseling, cutting
in marble what their employer sets before
them in plaster, receive Italian wageS-a small
daily pittance. If taken to New York they
would at once triple and quadruple their ltal-
ian earnings, and would probably soon set up
for themselves as carvers, in a small way, or
as decorators and ornamentors Of churches and
public buildings. The chsel is no longer the
tool of the master sculptor-his instrument is
an odd bit ofstick, with which he scoops away
the figure of clay, sat the mud" as he will
| tell YOU himself. When finished as nearly as
such material can be, a mould is taken, and
from that cast is still further finished and
sand papered. and it is then handed over to
the cutter, whose duty it is TO make an exact
fac simiIe in marble.
The sculptor proper may never touch this
marble, and when he is told it is done, he is
ready to deliver it to its owner. The workmen
in Mr.. Powers studio have executed not far
from 10 Proserpines from one plaster which is
originally composed by the mas er, and the
Greek Slave has in the same way been repro
duced three or four times. The best bust ma
ker in Italy never touches the marble. He
may suggest or order hair-strokes here and
there, but he does not handle the scraper him
self In all this the workman, though he may
execute unassistedly the statue, the head, OF
the group, is no more the author OF his WORK
than is the clerk who copies the Prime Minis
ter's rough draft, or the caligrOphist who en-
crosses a set of resolutions. You can see how
impossible it would be for sculptors, occupy
ing and requiring in this way the work OF
many men, to transport their studies to Amer
, ica.
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An ANECDoTE FROM THE SEAT OF NAR'-Ihe
Buffalo Commercial advertiser gives the fol-
lowing extract from letter from an officer in
the Crimea:-
ga curious thing occurred yesterday \
sapper was brought from the trenches with his
Jaw broken, and the doctor told me there was
a piece of it sticking an inch and half from
his face. The man said twas done by round
shot. which the Doctor disbelieved; but the
poor fellow insisted, and said, Yes, and it
took off the head of the man next to me. rms
was conclusive, and the surgeon proceeded to
remove the bone; it came out quite easy, when
the Doctor said to the man, whose face ap-
peared to preserve its form pretty well, ''can
you move your Jaw 2'' 'sOh, yes, sir, was the
reply. The Doctor then put his finger into
the mans mouth and found the teeth were
there, and at length assured the soldier thai
it was no jaw of his that was broken, but tina
| of his headless comrade, which had actually
| been driven into his face, inflicting severe
wound. Upon this the mans visage, whicl
had been rather heightened, rounded up mos
beautifully
Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-07-04

A CURIOUS ANECDoTE OF THE REV SfD-
xFy SMTTH-A DECIDED SELL.-Lady Cubebs
had great passion for the garden and the hot
house. and when she got hold of a celebrity
like the Rev Sydney, was sure to dilate upon
her favorite subject. Her geraniums, her au-
riculas. her dahlias, her carnations, her aca-
cias, her liHia regia, her renuncuius, her ma
rygolds, her peonies, her rhododendron pro-
cumbens, messy pompone and rose puoescehS
were discussed with all the flow OF hot-house
rhetoric. sSMy Lady, asked the reVerehu
wit .sDid Won ever have psoriasis septennls!
ob ~ most b-e-a-u-tiful one. Igdre ii fc
the archbishop Of Canterbury. Dear man :
| and it came out so in the spring
The psoriasis septennis is the medical name
for the seven-years' itch
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THE SHORTEST SERMON EVER PREACHED
The shortest sermon on record was preached
by probably one of the most eloquent preach
ers who ever adorned pulpit, the late Dean
Kirwin. He was pressed (while suffering from
a severe cold) to preach in the church of ST.
Peters in Dublin, for the orphan children in
the parish school. He tried to excuse himself
but at last yielded, i'll as he was. After mount
ing the pulpit, while the church was crowded
to suffocation, and having given out the text, he
merely pointed to the orphans, in the aisle, and
said, ssIhere thy are - 1t is said the coliec
tion on that occasion exceeded all belief.
Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-07-04

BoNAPRTE's OPINION OF HIS WVEs-Ihelr
characters were diametrically opposite.-Ne-
yer we're there two women less alike each oth-
er. Josephine had grace, an irresistible Sc
duction and an und eserved devotedness. Ma
ria Louisa had all the timidity ofinnocence-'
When married her she was a truly VlrtuouS
novice, and very submissive. Josephine wouid
sacrifice millions upon her toilet, and her nd
eralities. Maria Louisa, on the contrary econ
omized what l gave her, and l was Obliged to
scold. in order to induce her to make her ex
penditure consistent with her rank. Joseph
inc was devoted to me; she loved me tenderl.
no one ever had preference to me IN ne
| heart uniformly held the first place-her chii
/ dren the next. And she was right, for she wa
| the being l most loved, and the emempranc
of her is still all powerful in my mind
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WRITE IN NAN.

We love to believe that there is more good
ness than depravity in human nature. when
we see one tear of pity. from the eye, 1t gives
ms more pleasure than would the finding Oh
diamond. There is goodness-reai and unset
fish. in the heart, and we have seen It manifest
;tself to the making of scene Of sorrow the
ves,ihule of heaven. For him who is always
picking out flaws in his neighbors character
we have no sympathy. He reminds us OF those
birds which resort to dead and decayed limbs
Of n tree to feast on the worm. In the char-
acters of most men We shall find more goou
than evil, more kindness than hatreo' anu "nJ
should We pick out the flaws ana pass o's. 'no
sterling traits of characters We hold TINS 10
he the true doctrine: to portray real goodness
and hold it up to the gaze and admiration Oh
al while we suffer the evil TO remain IN tue
shade and die. If every picture OF human nA
ture were only pure and beautiful, We snou'''
| have such characters living around US z3
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BEAUTIFUL ExTRACT.-When the summer OF
youth is slowly wasting on the nightfall OF age,
and the shadow of the past becomes deeper
and deeper, and life wears to close, it is
pleasant to look through the vista of time up
on the sorrows and felicities of our earliest
years five have home to shelter, and
hearts to rejoice with US, and friends nave
been gathered together around our fresldes,
then the roughplace of our wayfarlng VIII nave
been worn and smoothed away in the twilight
of life, while the many spots we have passed
through will grow brighter and more beautiful.
Happy, indeed are they whose intercourse
with the world has not changed the tone ol
their holicr feelings, or broken those musical
| chords of the heart, whose vibrations are sc
melodious. so tender and touching IN the
! event ny of age.
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The Princess AND THE TUToR.-An En-
nernr's daughter, who was delighted with the
profound learning, the lively wit, and the
strict adherence to the precepts of morality
and religion, which characterized her tutor,
one day inadvertently made this remark to
him:-s.W hat pity that so fine a soulas yours,
is not in more agreeable body!" He made,
in reply, the following inquiry;-'sIn what
sort of vessels, madam, is your fathers wine
preserved?'' sin earthen vessels, was the
answer. ".Can that be possible 2" replied he
ssWhy, every citizen preserves his wine IN
earthen vessels. 1 should have thought that
gold or silver ones would have been more sui
table to the dignity of an emperor 'E1 on
are rightl'' exclaimed the princess, s'and
henceforth this mark of respect shall not be
omitted In few days, however, she again
accosted her tutor, on this subject, saying,
ssIn the gaudy vessels you recommended, my
fathers wine was spoiled, the spirit evapora-
ted: while that which was placed in earthen
ones improved in quality.'' every possible, =
reioined the philosopher. $50, also, with yir-
tue and knowledge; the humber the exterior
of that in which they are contained, the more
luxuriantIy will they flourish, and the more
forcibly excite our ambition. ''-SoUfhern
| Times.
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IL A Methodist preacher at campmeet-
ing perpetrated the following piece of sublime
nonsense:
eeIt is as impossible for an unregenerated
souI to enter into the kingdom of heaven, as
II would he for the best horseman among you
to ride down the clouds upon thunderbolt,
through the branches of a crab apple tree,
without getting scratched" Grand idea that
Preachers bump of comparison in the ascen.
dant.
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THE RAFTSMAN'S SONG.

Let the pcnt-up rains of spring time como,
For the boisterous stream is the raftsmans home
And the storms that march to the thunder drum
For the rushing stream is the raftsmans home.
Oh the raftsmans life is the life for me,
4 raftsman s life. so wild and free;
Let sailors love the deep blue sea,
But crystal waves for me-for me-
Then oh to us-how sweet the song,
Of the mighty river it sweeps along;
And our love for its waves is deep and strong,
For childhood grew with its glad ming song
oh the raftsmans lifeetc
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5ubbutb Rruhins.
CHRIsT,s COMPASSION.
MATT. TX. 35-3S.

u" MATT. X. 5l---,lo-
lie saw them tasked with heavy burtheus all.
Bowed down and weary meath the heavy load,
With mono their faltering footsteps home TO call,
Or point them out the straight and narrow road.
His spirit bore their burthens as his own;
He healed the sick restored the sighticss eyes
He heard the IN ourner for loved one moan,
And badc the dead from out the grave arise.
Truly on him the spirit did decend;
For he by works divine its influence proved
OF all our race Consoler, Guide, or Friend,
By heavenly Love. divine Compassion moved:
o. that his spirit might abide,
And flow in healing streams on every side
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A FEELING REPLY.-''Would you like to
subscribe for Dickens Household w ordsfs>
asked sombre magazine agent. ',Household
words have played the Dickens with me long
enough, +" was the feeling reply. The agent
absconded.
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VALUABLE INvEsTIGATIoN.-The u. >. Com
missioner of Patents has now in his employ
Mr.. Townsend Glover, a well known artist and
naturalist who has been detailed by the Com
missioner to investigate the habits OF insects
injurious and beneficial to crops. During the
past year he has been engaged in watching the
corn and grain insects of the Northern end
Middle States, as also those which attack vines
and fruit trees, and the operations OF the rice
and cotton insects of the South. lie is now
turning his attention entirely to the insects
pernicious and beneficial to the rice, cotton,
sugar cane, and orange plants, and for this pur-
pose has gone to Florida, where, also, he vii
| endeavor to ascertain the cause and remedy FOL
| white rot in live oak