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The Trinity journal., 1856-04-12

Will THERE BE FLowERs IN HEAVEN.
MAmA?- Brightly the sun of clear, cold
December day shed its slant rays through
the half-closed blinds of sick room. glow
ing upon the rosy curtains, and playing in
fantastic shape upon the carpet, but baought
no gladness to the sorrowing hearts of the
mourners there. A mother sat- with bowed
head and breaking heart, by the bedside of
her darling frst-born son; and that dark
eyed little girl moved slowly about the room,
gazing thoughtfully for while into the
bright fire, then kissing the pale cheek of
her brother, and wondering how long he
would sleep For hours he had lain with
closed eyes and white lips, and breath so
short and low that it scarce stirred the
white cover. The fever had left him, but
nature was exhausted, and they told us that
our Charlie must die
Sunlight faded, aud in the gray twilight
we sat watching the little one passing so
gently from our circle At last the eyes
slowly opened, and soft voice spoke the
sweet words
Mother, how long till summer timc?
six months, my darling
Then your Charlie will not see the flow
ers again. Don't cry, mamma, | must so
pretty soon, but | wish | could see the flow
ers once more. VIII there be any in heay-
en-? Kiss me, mamma; cousin Amy, good
night, sweet sleep and Charlie was with
the angels Then we crossed his white
hands over his still heart, and smoothed
back the golden curis from his pure temples,
and they laid our faded lilly upon the stain
less snow. Our boy was too frail and fair
for earth, and God has taken him to a ho-
lier cline
Yes, there are flowers in heaven, sweet
child; such flowers as thou. Their tender
petals cannot bear our wintry winds, so an
gels gather them, aud they go to bloom in
fadeless beauty in the garden of our Father
in heaven.
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In

WARS IN A NAME? George Washing
ton was sold the other day in Virginia fog
$1,000! For what intent could the name Of
Washington have been given to savey-
Did his mother fancy it prophecy Of free
dom? or did his master give it as bares-
que? How did that name sound, ringing
under the hammer of the auctioneer Geo.
Washington. $s0O-here in Virginia 5000
George Washington only 5000 $3.50
going, going, $1,000 for George Washington
-GoNE9-Portiaad IraRscy1pt.
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AN EXCHANGE has the following notice of
a brief street colloquy recently held between
a maiden lady of little beyond certain
age and a newly married feminine =
SO you are going to keep house, are
you 2 said the elderly maiden.
Yes was the reply.
Going to have a girl l suppose ? was
qucried
The newly made wife blushed and quietly
responded, that she really didn't know
whether it would be girl or boy
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A WoMAN's Ww-Among the jokes that
have been pcrpetrated during the long de-
tentions on the railroads of the Atlantic
States occasioned by the deep snow, Is the
following capital one, clipped from a Yer
mont paper;
Madame said a conductor day or two
since, your boy can't pass at half fare, he's
too large lie may be too large mar re-
piled the woman, who had paid for a bali
ticket, but he aoas small enough loAeH acc
startedp
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EVERY MAN MAKES MS MARK Every
man who comes into the world makes some
mark upon it ere he goes to his fual rest
1t may be a small one-hardly visible to the
ploddmg pilgrim ON liGcs highway but
nevertheless, in the future time it will attest
some service done or some duty neglected
Every man exercises some influence in the
sphere which he occupies No matter how
low his degree, how ohtuSc his intellect, how
vile his character, he must make his mark
upon the times in which he lives, either for
good or ILL., If for good future ages will
cherish that index of his existence as they
would the autograph of some great conquer
or ON the worlds battIeGeds; if for i'll, it
stands out as n beam and warning upon
the pages Of history Washington made his
mark in clear and distinct characters, when
he aided in laying the foundation and estab
i,hng the character Of our Republic, andn
nation pondcrs over it now with reyercntial
admiration Arnold made his mark in no
less distinct characters when he would have
betrayed the liberties Of the coones but
our nation and the world point to it now,
and will point to it in all the future, as u
blot upon the cscutcheon Of humanity, aud
q stain upon the otherwise fair frontlet of
American patriotism.
These are the two sorts Of marks which
different men make upon the world whilo
ninglng in its strles and Iabors. Even the
babe who fingers but a day upon the bor-
ders of Time, ere it returns to the pearIy
strand, makes its Impress upon the world.
While it lived ray Of divinity was lighted,
and when it died that ray burned on, MS it
viii continue to do for all time, gliding the
rugged ways of life with light and surround
ing the dark place with holy influence.
The smallest atom Of created matter has
It's place and purpose; so the smallest hand
traces on the sands of Time some autograph
that waves and tempests can never wash
away. Every man has an influence, and it
should be his aim at all times so to exercise
the power inherent in and radiatng from
him, as that the world shall be wiser and
better that he has lived and that future
generations in searching the r1cords of his
life, can say, with one acclaim: There was
a man-an honest man-pcoce be with his
name
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BeRy" They don't make as good mirrors as
they used to, remarked an old maid, as she
observed pair of sunkon eyes, and wrin-
klcd face, and liyid complexion in a glass
that she usually looked into.
Poor old maid, she would not see that she
was growing old and withered But why
jeer at her? Are we not all growing Old,
and does not the mirror tell a sad tale to us
all? 1t is a solemn thing to know that we
are no longer young, that the bloom of youth
has passed away, and with it the pure fresh
feelings of the heart. Byron SAID it was the
saddest feeling of his life when he knew he
was no longer boy. Such a time comes to
lis all-When we awake from the dream of
youth and find the realities Of life upon us.
The first gray hair, the first wrinkle, is ever
an unWecomc visitor to maid or matrOn-
We cling to youth, and will not believe that
it is gone But they are wisest who accept
life as it comes, and grieve not for that which
is irrecoverable There is no sadder sight
on earth than to see man or woman resisting
with terror the approach of age, vainly stry-
ing to hide its ravages and with one foot in
the grave still looking back to earthly things
Poor old maid let us pity her; but she is
TOO sad spectacle, and too nearly repre-
sents us all, to be made much fun of-Er-
change.
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|ININ COUNTY, CAL. SATURDAY MORNING. APRIL l2 1856

her name was Ada-and being satisfied Of
her identity, he presented her with letter,
(the last poor Tom ever wrote) 1t bore
traces of deep anguish and was evidently
written while life was ebblng fast. 1t ran
thus:
My dearest Ada devote the last mo-
ment Of my life to write this. am the vic
tim of an unfortunate accident and shall live
but short time, You came to be my bride,
and will hear of my funeral l suffer pang
greater than death in the thought of your
desoIate condition among strangers, and have
made it dying request of my friend c.
to take my place ON the wharf and convey
you to a safe abode till You can return home.
My strength fails me God bless you, dear
cSt-we will meet in heaven.
Your own ToM"
As she read, deathly palencss ovcrspread
her face and she sWooned away When re
covered, in flood of tears She asked if he
were dead The reply was" he was bur
led five days ago"
we have simply narrated the facts as we
learned thcm-and leave with our readers ia
imagine the cruel anguish and agonizing be.
reayement of this poor devoted girl as Ian
guage would fail to depict the feelings thus
experienced
This is but one of the hundred similar dis
appointments Every arrival brings its tale
of sorrow as well as Of joy-all showing the
uncertainty of California life--its joys, its
SORROWS, and its vicissitudcs
The trees may bear fruit and the flowers
still bloom, but not for poor Tom They are
the heritage Of the strange places that
knew him will know him no more and as
for the widowed bride, she still lives to la.
ment poor Tom, and droop and mourn over
her own bereavement " All good angels
attend her"
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" E lla."

BY MRS. NJ. c. GRANNISS.
Like Il rosebud half unfolded.
AS gem of matchess worth
With a form in beauty moulded,
Came our little one to earth.
Soon the Rose Bud dropped and anguish
From our hearts the Gem was torn ; fed,
We beheld-oh bitter anguish =
Form of Beauty from us borne
Mourning souls, now sadly grieving
Der the grave of bured Love
Look aloft in faith believing,
See thy treasure shrined above!
There thy Bud blooms on for ever,
There thy Gem, star become,
Shines with ladeless lustre ever,
In that glorious Heavenly Home
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SOMETHING FOR THE GALs-The Golden
Era remarks:
why females in California do not more
readily command good husbands can be ut
tributed as much (we ought to say morc) to
the outrageous value which they put upon
themselves as to a want Of resolution in the
men They come here with the modest ex-
pcctation Of marrying barrel of double
eagles, and selecting from battalion Of
suitors, and it takes them some time to learn
to hope for anything less A wife, for in
stance, that an honest mechanic might Sc
Icct as his equal, would scorn his oyerturcs
while such an one as would listen to him.
Satan himself wouldn't have
The author Of that must have had the
mtten, he is so savage; but there is a great
deal of very disagrccable truth init When
we were a young man, odds of--years
ago, we knew number Of very sprightly
young ladies who wouldn't look at an hon
est mechanic or Iaboring man, if they could
engage the attention Of professional men,
merchants, or gentlemen of elegant leisure
sometimes called worthless cu,scs,' by pco-
pies unacquaintcd with gentlIity In con
test for the inextnguishabIe love of blush
ing beauty of upwards Of one hundred and
sixty pounds, ayoirdapois, we were put to
route by our rival entering law Office, as a
student, and soon after carrying cane and
wearing green spectacles Faint heart never
won fair lady, and we cove in Not till
then had we discovered that the false one
stood on an immovable basis, and that the
impression she left in the sand was equal in
superficial area, to the track Of Laplander
on snow shoes Sierra Citizen.
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A CASE or QUEEN SABE.-A corrospon-

a CASE or QUEEN SABE.-A corrcspon-
dent of the Mountain Messenger says
Green Forest further tells us, woman
viewed in her natural state is not comely.'-
| would like to know how he found that out.
So should we The only instance in which
we remember of having viewed her in her
natural state" was the accidental, and alto
gether undersigned, surprisal of Digger wo-
man pounding acorns. Can't say that the
lady in question was overly captivating
Sierra Citizen,
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Lillian of the Mountain .NeSsengcy, says
How often have those sacred words
There whispered by father dear.
REQUIRED to mind and saved the child
When on the brink Of ruin near.
All! gentle father, when thy child,
Who often sheds . tear for thee,
Remembers once her cottage homo
Beneath that proud old cedar tree
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WIVES who do not try to keep their hus-
bands will lose them A man does the
courtng' before marriage, and the wife must
do it after, or some other woman will.
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THE EDITOR of the Boston Liberator calls
upon the ladies of the North to make use of
nothing that is produced by slave labor.
The Louisville Journal says he needn't ex
pect them not to use cotton. They will not
erpel so old a FRIEND from Me'r bosoms.
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1--WE are such stuff
As dreams are made Of and our little life

Is rounded with sleep"
We are all the better for a little OCCASION
al inward life spent in reviewing the past,
planning for the future and contemplating
our state and being For this want nature
seems to have set apart a portion of the
twenty-four hours-a time which is neither
day nor night, but which unitcs the pleasing
qualities of both. How sweet are the re
collections of twilight hours, spent by the
dimly burning fire, in the home Of childhood
1t is a holy time, snatched from daylight
and darkness and consecrated to quiet joys
and peaceful thoughts
Then tender thoughts come through the gloom,
Soft-footed like the dew,
And falling on the wihcred heart
All its lost bloom renew.
Stoves and gas-lights are driving the joys
of twilight from our homes, which is not a
pleasant thing to think Of The glare of gas
but i'll replaces the dusky glow of the red
fire light, that was wont to cheer our twi-
light dreamings, and we leap from day light
to gas light without pause, We may ac-
complish more, but do we enjoy as muchY
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Whether it actually occurred, or not, we are
not prepared to say:
X
When the alarm was given, twenty heads,
with eyes starting from their sockets, and
each particular hair ON end, were protrud-
ed from the windows of the Orleans Hotel.
looking very expressive of a lunatc asy-
lum
One, more intrepid than the rest, scorning
to be roasted in his lair with wonderful pres
encc of mind, dumped his feather bed to the
ground to facilitate his descent, mounted the
window stool, clasped his hands with an inn
ploring look to heaven, boldly jumped from
the window back to the floor, and walked
down the front stairs in safety.
During the connagration, barc-hcaded
father, his hoary locks floating wildly in the
dauk air Of night, rushed through the streets
proclaiming in a loud voice 6 the Bidwclltes
are burning the town. showing the effect of
rcryeut heat upon teyid imagination.
An elegant mirror was thrown from the
third story window Of an adjoining building,
breaking it some.
The individual who threw the mirror was
afterwards seen walking down stairs with a
suspicious looking mug in each hand, and af
ter carefully dcpositng them and their con
tents in place Of safety, turned away cx-
claiming
"Mcthinks scent the morning ar2o
Whiie the column of vivid flame was tow
cring to high heaven Illuminating every oh
icct for mile around with It's GtGl glare,
it occurred to the cutcprising proprietor Of
the Orleans that this brIioucy might be
made available as asuhstitutc for camphcnc,
aud with the rapidty OF decision and exccu-
tion that charactcrizes genius he had por.
tiou Of the top of his house removed and
for full two hours an ellulgcucc poured thro'
this impromptu skylight, as brilliant and fan
tastic as that Of a Drummoud light, it is
said, to the infinite satisfaction Of those who
were asleep in the corrall
1ioryt4h- There is no great loss without
some small gain.
A man standing ON the apex of John Mil
lcrs Billiard Saloon, let bucket fall on the
devoted heads Of half dozen dcyout fire
men. About five minutes subsequently, he
shouted stand from UNDER We mention
this to give point to the old adagc, bet
ter late than never
A man had his hat badly crushed, but as
near as we can learn, no hrcs were lost
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EPITAPH on San Francisco money lender
Here lies old thirty ,foe per cent.
The more he made the more he lent
The more he got, the more he craved
The more he made the more he saved
Great God Can such a soul be sared ?
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A WESTERN EDITOR, in speaking ola friend,
says, he has his weak points, but telling the
truth is not one Of them Nice puff, that
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TOBACCO CHEwERs TAKE WRNING-O OF
the abominably vile practice of tobacco
chewing a lady traveller thus writes in let
ter published in the New York 7fiduae.-
She has been travelling hy railroad from a
New England village, and meets snow
storm.
But falling noise of another kind near
ly set one frantic | was in the ladies' car,
of course, yet about me sat brigade Of to-
bacco chcWcrs | opened book and att
tempted to read, but in vain | tried to
look over the heads Of the crowd-bc ab.
stractcd-but my eyes would get into the
mirror at the further end Of the car, that
not only distorted my own fair face into a
horrid caricaturc, but gave me an extended
vista of the busy tobacco worms.
am no. a strong minded woman am
indifferent to reforms in gencroI-but OIL
my country, cannot something bo done to
check this frightruI practice2 Cannot our
garments at least be protected from the pol
mtion-our lungs from the foul air2 The
stove was heated to fever heat, and at least
ten human machines were at work poisoning
the atmosphere three of them, not content
with an ordinary process, cXpectoratcd di-
rcctly upon the stove and there arose a va
por from which the great adversary Of the
human family might secure a lively hint for
the improvement of that locality devoted to
the punishment Of sinners Why not have
a chewing car as well as "A smoking onc-a
vile, filthy place, with the floor full Of holes,
and any quantity Of red-hot stoyes2
| write with the memory Of an il-tempcr
dropping from mypcn. But the ruin Of a new
travelling dress is the provocation remem-
Der the wretch and will pin him to my page
as a warning to gods and men / want all
ladies to beware of him This animated to-
bacco plant is a tall, thin, ungainy specimen
of a first family His cXtremitics are in an
unhappy state of disorganizcd diplomacy,
being by no means in a harmonious state
His face is Just such face as you may ex-
pcct to find pertaining to the man who
chcws tobacco in a railroad car. 1t is thin,
salIow and dirty-eyery line indicates sell
fshness, and every movement ill-breeding.-
There, now, recognize him; and do not
make the mistake | did and let your gar
ments touch and place he once occupied.
did, and in minute two breadths of my
robe was the color Of the wretcL's
face.
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IF HONEST MEN are the salt of the earth,
pretty girls may be said to be its sugar.
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Absence OF MIND-We once heard of a
clergyman who went jogging along the road
till he came to toll-gate
What is to pay 2 he inquired
Pay sir for what Z asked the gatokceper.
: Why, for my horse, to be sure
Your horse, sir what horse you have
no horse, sir
No horse God bless me, said be- sud
denly looking down between his legs, l
thought | was on horseback
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SCENE on THE ARRIVAL OF A STEAMER
PAINFUL. INemENr-A writer for the San
Francisco 1o5ca Talk gives the following in
cident in connection with the arrival of the
Atlantic Steamer
The arrival of each steamer, with its liy-
ing freight, unraycs some secret story Of the
many adyenturers who seek our shores in
hopes to retrieve lost fortunes or find home
The sight of the steamer, as she pIoughs up
our beautiful Bay, is beacon Of hope to
some, and chilling disappointment to 9th
crs-tears of joy are shed over a reunion Of
friends and relatives and tears Of bitterness
over blightcd hopes and sad disappointmcnts.
There is not an emotion Of which the human
breast is susceptible but may be witnessed
on such an occasion There is no more
touching scene than the reunion of husband
and wife-parent or child, or lover and be-
trothed-that occurs on every arrival The
fond embrace as they rush into each others
arms-thc warm greeting and the hearty
welcome tell of joy and gIadncss brought to
a hearth that has been lone and dcsoIatc-
All is joy, smiles and mirth
But this is but one side of the picture
How many are doomed to sad disappoint-
ment and the deepest anguish How many
who leave the States buoyed upwith the hope
that they will meet fond relative, and find
on arrival that the sod covers the only one
who was near and dear to them A painful
case of this kind occurred on board the So
nora on her last trip up.
A beautiful young girl the betrothed of
young man in the mines, sailed from New
\ ork to join her intended, to whom she was
to be united on her arrival BY letter he
had arranged to meet her at the wharf on
the arrival Of the steamer, when the cercmo-
ny was to be performed, and then "hand in
hand, like Adam and Eve in Paradise, he
was to lead her to the home his labor and
toll had prepared for her in the mountains.
where, as his letters said "he had planted
the flowers that she loved and the trees that
in her childhood she was accustomed to
that she might have home associations around
her even in the distant west"
She came in the JOY of her youth to meet
the companion of her childhood, and the
choice Of her maturer womanhood, for a part
ner through life. lie was her life, her hope,
her " fountain from which her current ran
or else dried up" and for whom she had left
father mother and home, determined in her
mind, like devoted Ruth, that his home
should be her homc,' that whcro5oever he
was buried, there would she also be bur
led"
But what a sad reverse there is to this
picture The vessel neared the quay, but
her eye sought in vain for the object Of her
search-the crowd rushed on
board but he came not-there was the warm
welcome-the congratulations of friends, the
hustle and confusion incident to the occa-
sion but she needed it Mother anxiety in
creased till strange foreboding Of some
mischance took possession Of her mind AT
length the passengers had nearly all left,
when stranger approached and inquired if
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Day DREMs-The poet tells us that the
visions of the night are

Day DREAMs-The poet tells us that the
visions of the night are
-"less beguing far
Than waking dreams by daylight are
and the day dreamer has always been con
sidered a useless being, who goes stumbling
through the world with his eyes half shut.
Wordsworth tells of one who would "hunt
half a day for forgotten dream" and we
once knew a man who when about his daily
business was usually in so deep reyeric that
to arouse his attention it was necessary to
shake him. Such individuals seldom accom-
plish much. Castle-buildng is not a profit
able speculation, however pleasing it may
be to the young. Life is real and those
who would make the most of it must be very
thoroughly in earnest He who dreams in
the daytime will be likely to have cause for
sleepleSs nights If, as Fcstus says, we
live in deeds, not years it follows that he
who dreams away his time does not live at
all.
And yet there is contemplativc element
in mans nature which it is we'll to indulge
He is a being who looks before and after,
and the poet tells us,