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The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

She sprang to his arms, their lips
met, and the love they had for each
other years before, was kindlcd anew.
"Ellen, my only love, nothing on
earh could give me more pleasure
than this meeting. Often have |
thought of you since we parted on
'Virginia's lovely soil.' -'.
Thy talked over the times they had
when young. How they had taken
moonlight walks together in the gar
den, and exchanged pledges of love,
ani finally she told him she had been
deceived by her husband, for instead
ofbeing wealthy southern merchant
he proved to be Il gambler and drunk
ard.
He succeeded in getting a divorce
for her, and they passed many happy
hours together, but they were not nu-
merous, for next spring she fell u vic.
tim to that terrible disease yellow fever
The lawyer ever proving "a friend took
the young boy and adopted him as his
own. As he was never married, he had
no more.
"lhave finished the story, all but one
thing. said the Judge.
"What is that" asked his niece.
1T is simply this, that printer of
whom have been speaking is none
other than your uncle. 1t is myself
that was the hero of this story, and
the child lspoke Of you know, he is in
my office, and bids fair to become a
good lawyer.
That is a very nice story uncle
yes, dear, it is one you can profit by
do not treat a person coldly because
he happens to be a mechanic lest in
the end he should turn out to be great
cr than YOU
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

WHAT A WOMAN CAN Do.-Some crus.
ty old bachelor we venture to say,
has pcrpetrated the following speci-
men of masculine impertinence. On.
ly hear him, poor fellow:
"A woman says what she pleases to
you without danger ofgetting knocked
down for it. She can take snooze
after dinner, while her husband has to
so to work. She can go forth in the
streets without being invited to treat
at every coilee-house. She can paint
her face if it is too pale, and -four it j +
too red. She can wear corsets if too
thick--othcr fixins if too thin. She
can eat, drink and be merry, without
costing her cent, and she can get
divorced from her husband when she
sees one she likes better"
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02
OH, LEAVE Me NOT!
Oh. leave me not the evening hour.

Oh. leave me not the evening hour.
SO soft, so still, is all our own;
The dew descends on tree and flower,
They breathe their sweets for thee alone.
Oh, 60 not yet the evening star,
The rising moon. all bid thee stay;
And dying echos, faint and far,
Invite our lingering steps to stray.
Far from the city's noisy din,
Beneath the pale moons trembling ligh,
That lip TO press. those smiles TO win,
Will lend rapture to the night.
Let fortune fling her favors free
To whom she will, Pll ne'r repine.
Oh, what is all the world to me, +
While thus clasp and call thee mine
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

ed in deep thought, and now and then
would cast a sorrowing glance at her
father, low knocking was heard at
the door, while at the same time the
pitiful whine Of dog sounded in the
air. In a moment she sprang upon
her feet and opened the door; but she
uttered a wild and piercing shrek,
and fell fainting in her fathers arms.
AS the old man gazed upon the oh.
ject which had so alarmed his daugh.
ter, he was astonished at what he be-.
held. There stood Edward with
shoeless feet, and no clothing but a
pair of old trowsers and thin shirt.
His eyes were dull and haggard, while
his lips presented "a fearful appear.
ancc.
"Take him away, father" cried the
excited girl, "le is not my Edward
no, no, my Edward is dead. Take
him away, this is some fiend come 10
mock me-" and giving an awful cry,
she fell PROSTATE on the iioor--reasoa
had aed--she Icas mad.
Sunkef, degraded, as rum had made
him, yet his heart was taunted at the
agony Of the girl. Throwing up his
arms to heaven, he shouted, 81 am a
murder--a murdcrer--do you hear!--
murderer and calling his dog he
departed.
Two days after Edward Howard
might have been seen staggering up
to the tavern where his first ruin was
effected, and supplicating for glass
Of rum. The bar-kccper laughed and
turned away.
With an aching head and a crazed
brain the poor wretch wandered
through the nelghborhood. Often
would his voice be heard in the hours
of midnight, ala, ha, am murder.
er, killed her--that is not my Ed.
ward--no, no-a licnd.'
He too was a maniac. The vivid,
but the cold serpent like CLEAN of his
eyes could not be mistaken. Some
times at midnight he would be heard
fleeing by the farm houses as if for
life; at other times loud cries and
shouts would issue from the woods as
if from one in great agony, and at
others he would mutter to himself by
hours. He disappeared at last. But
one day as the sun went down, his
beams fell upon the pale face Of
corpse.
He was found lying at the foot of a
tree, and as strangers bore him to his
last resting place, no eye let fall
tear, no breast heaved sigh, no mar
BILE marks the spot where he sleeps,
but there unwept, unhonored, and un-
cared for, rests the body of the Vic
tim of lntemperance.
Young reader take heed lest you
fall into temptation, and pray that
God may give you strength to resist
the snares of the spoiler.
BALTIMORE, Nh.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

PROSTITUTION IN New YoRK.-We
find the following startling statement
in the Express:
There are six thousand public pros
titutes in the city Of New York.
The majority Of them are from fif-
teen to twenty years of age.
Education is at very low stand
ard with them.
One fifth of them are married wo.
men.
One half of them have given birth
to children, and more than one half of
these children are illegitimate.
The ratio of mortality among chill
dren of prostitutes is four times great.
er than the ordinary ratio among chill
dren of New York.
Many Of these children are living in
the abodes of vice and obscenity.
The majority of these women have
been prostitutes for less than four
years.
The average duration of prosti-
tute's life is only four years.
A capital of nearly four millions of
dollars is invested in the business OF
prostitution.
The anual expenditure on account
of prostitution is more than seven
millions of dollars.
There is an average of two thousand
abandoned women constantly main
tanned at the public expense in the hos
pitals on BlackwelPs Island, and their
ages embrace almost every period Of
life, from girlhood to tottering old age.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

A WlrE's INrLuENcE.-Judge O'Neal
in the Yorkville Enquirer, tells the
following of Judge VIM. Smith of
South Carolina.
ale had the rare blessing to win
the love of one Of the purcst, mildest
and best women, whose character has
ever been prese nted to the writer
lie married Margaret Duff. In his
worst days she never upbraided him
by words, looks or GESTURE, but always
met him as if he was one of the kind
est and best olhusbands. This course
on her part humbled him, and made
him weep like child. This sentence,
it is hoped, will be remembered, was
the language of Judge Smith to the
friends already named, and to those
who knew the stern, unbending pub
lie character ofthe Judge, it will teach
lesson OF how much patient wo-
mans love can accomplish. lie was
at last reformed by an instance of her
patient love and devotion as he him
self told it:
"The evening before the return day
of the Court of Common Pleas for ork
District, client called with fifty notes
to be put in suit. Mr.. Smith was not
in his oAice--he was on what is now
fashionably called spree then a
frolic. Mrs. Smith received the notes
and sat down in the office to the work
of issuing the writs and processes.
She spent the night at work--Mr
Smith in riotous living At daylight
on his way home from his carousals,
he saw a light in his office, and his
amiable wife, who had just completed
what ought to have been his work,
with her head on the table asleep.
His entry awoke her. She told him
what she had done, and showed him
her nights work-fiity writs and pro-
cesses. This bowed the strong man,
he fell on his knees and implored her
pardon, and then and there faithfully
promised her never to drink another
drop while he lived. "This promise"
saws my friend, Colonel Williams, "he
has faithfully kept" and said the
Judge to him, "from that day every
thing touched turned to gold" His
entire success i'm lite," says Col. Will
Jams, "he set down to his faithful OBJ
servance of this noble PROMISE"
mo better eulogy could be pronoun-
ced on Mrs. Smith than has just been
given in the words of her distinguished
husband. The reformation of such a
man as William Smith is a chaplet OF
glory which few women have been
permitted to wear. To the people OF
South Carolina, and especially OF York
District, certainly no stronger argu-
ment in favor oftemperance and total
abstinence need be given
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02
The following lines are beautifully
mournful, and make the very best Of
poetry: N A i' 1885
SAD MEMORIES.
by GEORGE w. WEEKS.

When the low, uournhi echoes Of the past
Send, sishlns sadly, back their dirgelikc strain,
And chant Of Joys too precious far to last, .
And hours Of bliss ae'er can taste again
Ali then my aching heart feels sad and lone,
And broods, with miser care, DER pleasures fled;
And mourns, with bitter grief for loved ones gone
Unto the silent chambers OF the dead!
oh |! not one hand in this worlds wilderness ..
Can smooth cares furrowo on my aching brow,
And not heart can feel for the distress
d That preys upon my ice.bound heart strings nowl
All, no! each hand has other brows to smooth,
Without whose charm would clouds Of woe oercas
i, And each fond heart has other hearts to love,
without whose love would break meath sorrow'
alast.
@ohl bruised and shattered heart why vast thou left
To beat alone on this bleak, desert shore,
Without one spot where thou coudst salely rest
When passion.waves around thy pathway roari
And why did not this care,rent bosom cease
To feel, before 1t knew the weight of care
And this pOorpulse be STILL ere woe and grief
Had dried the flowing fount Of rapture there!
From thy dear, bssful home, oloved and lost,
Look in the heart that beats 50 lonely herej
And warm the bosom chilled by wind and frost,
That, like a freezing iceberg, gathers there.
And when Its earthly sighs and woes are DER,
And itshall sink, with kecLest anguish riven;
When sorrows surges shall be heard no more,
''oh!letit throb with Joy gain in heaven
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

| So" civ HcdTu lHc iduSn Win WulcI
this salley was greeted, he felt quite
displeased. His pride was touched
If there was one thing which he de.
spiscd above all others, it was mean.
ness, and therefore it was with eyes Of
fire he gazed round, and in a stern
voice said: ~
~Hark ye, friends, am no miser.
It's true that there is money in my
purse, but do not intend to drink or
treat, which perhaps is to you disa.
greeable news"
"Och, man, the news is just like Bet
sy's scolding the very thing expec-
ted" cried the lrishman, and loud
laugh greeted his wit.
"l is not because am afraid Of the
expense" replied Ned, his eyes flash
ing with passion.
Sand is it because you are getting
proud!" retorted his tormcntor.
'"You are all wrong said another
Of the party, "Ned is not stingy after
all. Come on mcn--old Thompson
has got q fresh supply. Come along
--Neds a trump and placing his arm
in that Of the too yielding farmer, he
led him on.
Alas! poor Edward the fatal step
was taken. Urged on by his pride, to
show his friends that he was not Pc
nurious, he passed the Rubicon of
safety, and plunged madly in the vor-
tex of dissipation. The tavern was
reached, and setting down upon a
rude bench, he called boldly ior the
intoxicating liquor. As he raised the
first cup to his lips, warning voice
spoke to his soul, and he felt dissatis-
fed with his conduct. Eut as the
songs of his friends fell upon his ear,
and as he heard their loud shouts of
bosterous mirth, he was chained to
the spot, and when morning dawned
upon the earth his money was almost
gone, and he himself in a sleep of
drunkenness. 1t was midday before
he again started on his journey, and
as he passed the Threshold of the inn,
he cursed the follies of the previous
night. Lion bounded on before him
asif joyous again to see his master
sober, but Ned's steps were not as
elastic as when first he started. He
felt himself debased, and his course
was downward. The warning voice
of his good old master was forgotten,
and entering the first low cabin on his
route. he again drank of his enemy
rum. Thoughts of his betrothed
-ofh his future prospects: would occa-
sionally, like sunbeams, dart across
his mind, then all would be dark
Still he drank, and as he drew near to
the home of his intended wife, his
steps were staggering, and his head
reecd from the effects of the poison.
He had been tempted, and relying up
on his own strength, rather than the
grace of God, had fallen. The first
false step was taken, and hope was
shroudcd in the darkness of despair.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02
-LIFEyS TEMPT
s
A TEMPERANCE TALE.
-~-~~~~~-~~>--~~-~~--~~~-o~~--~ .
Written for the Winchester Home Journal.
ny FINLEY JOHNSON.
CHAPTER |.

"And so you are going to leave US,
Ned?" said old farmer Webb, in a
tone of inquiry to his late assistant.
"Why. yes" was the reply, 81 think
that by so doing | can do BETTER
With the wages have saved | intend
to buy small farm, and when my lit
tile girl and are married, we shall set
tile down in life."
II am glad to hear it, Ned, though
itgoes hard with us to part with you.
You have been faithful to your trust,
and may you be happy,--but beware
Of your mortal enemy, rum.
The young man was for moment
confused, but speedily recovering he
replied. "Well, Mr.. Webb, that am
resolved on. For two years have |
been without it, and think that now
can refrain altogether. So good bye,
have long road to travel yet, and /
mean to reach my destination to-mor-
row."
"Good bye-God bless you," said
the honest farmer, "and remember as
you value your happiness, to avoid all
intoxicating drinks"
mo fear for me-" cried the young
man, as he waved his hand, and
'whistling for his dog, huge, shaggy
creature, he took the road, and with
happy heart sped onward.
Edward Howard was one Of those
:strong. hardy men, that seem to have
been made expressly to clear the way
for civilization. As he trudged on
his way with his dog at his heels, and
cast his eyes now on the vast expanse
of prairie land, and now on the rude
.huts of the settlers, he seemed to have
been formed for such scene.
"Come old boy, come on, Lon," he
cried, and swapping his fingers, he
bent down to stroke the dog. "You'll
miss the old farm, and the old hearth,
and the new folks perhaps will call
you an ugly customer, but the girl
that loves me will love You too, old
I boy. We are going to new home.'
And here he struck up a lively tune,
while the dog bounded on Before him,
wagging his tail, as if he understood
ell that his master said. Bright Wis
ions of the future came before the
young man, and building fairy castles
in the air he was happy
He had not proceeded far before his
ears were saluted with the shouts of
aparty who were returning from the
fields. "Hillo, Ned" they cried, "where
a's you boundl Hillo, old Lion,
where for nowl"
why, my friend, ! ame going no
further to night than the Western
House" cried Ned, as he shook hands
with them all, "and as for Lion, he'll
not leave me. must taste mother
Thompson's tea to night"
"A cup Of whisky would set better
on your stomach" said one as he slap
ped the young man on the shoulders
"Or a glass ofthe old mans punch"
rejoined another.
u wonder il Ned has any dimes
shouted out third. Il move he treats
the party" ssrt
e0ch boys" cried red faced Irish.
man, "lsvs the man alone, his money
il where Paddy was-that's in the
sharks mouth. i Its q man like Ned
that car keep money tight" = 81
A&s. p91e man gssed around
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

PRINTING OrrIcEs.--When DR.. Frank.
Inns mother.in-law first discovered
that the young man had a hankerins
for her daughter, that good old lady
said she did not know 10 well about
giving her daughter 10 . printer; there
were already two printing Offices IN
the United States, and she was not
certain the country would EsuPpor'
them. 1t was plain young lfranA,'"
would depend for his support on 'n'
profits of a third, and this wasia ra'h-
er doubtful chance. If suchi an OBJ
lection was urged to a .would-be SON.
in.law when there were but two PRINT
ing offices in the United States, how
can a printer hope to get wife nov,
when the present census shows the
number to be l5097. .rr-
Goodness graciousl how we shudder
to think Of the prospects now before
us. ....s..
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

"Come, O come with me-" continued
the officer, who dragged the thief off
to the station house:
"Welcomc, welcome homc,' softly
murmured the turnkey, as he locked
Willie up in a cell.
"Behold how brightly breaks the
morning. gently whistled the police
man, as earl y next morning he march.
ed Willie down to the Tombs.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

"l'm aaoat! I'm aaoat!." screamed a
young lady of powerful lungs, and
fingers to match, as she exercised both
at the piano. ..,.
ii should think you wcre," growled
an old bachelor, Judging from tho
squsll you are raising" J
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

The young ladies who rejoice in
multiplicity Of rings. chains, lockets,
NC. to the unparalleled extent now
fashionable, should be labelled like
watches in the windows warranted
full jewelled."
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

When you see man in business
who will not advertise or take news
paper, look out for mean, Penurious
skin flint too tigb. to enjoy good health,
and who hold $ penny so near his eye
that be can't sec a dollar.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

SHUN AFFECrATlON.-There is nothing
more beautiful in the young than
simplicity of character 1t is honest,
frank and attentive.
How different is anectation! The
simple minded are always natural
They are, at the same time, original.
The affected are never natural. And
as for originality, if they ever had it,
they have crushed it out and buried it
from sight, utterly.
Be yourself, then, young friendl TO
attempt to be any body else is worse
than folly. 1t is an impossibility to
attain it. 1t is contemplate to try.
But suppose you could succeed in
initiating the greatest man that ev-
er figured in history; would that make
you any the greater! BY no means.
You would always suffer in compari-
son to the initiated one, and be
thought of only as the shadow of a
substance--the echo Of a real sound
the counterfeit Of pure coin.
DR.. Johnson aptly compared the
heartless imitator--ior such is he who
affects the character Of another--to
the Empress Of Russia, when she did
the frvakish thing Of erecting palace
of ice. 1t was splendid and conspic-
uous while it lasted. But the sun soon
melted it, and caused its attractions
to dissolve into common water, while
the humblest stone cottages of her
subjects stood firm and unmared!
Let the fabric of your character,
though ever so humble, be at least re-
al. Avoid affecting the character OF
another, however great. Build up
your own. Be what God intended
you to be-yomself, and not somebody
else. Shun afectation
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

1t is an actual fact that young
man who desired to hug beautiful
girl named Miss Lemon, said "wade
in Lemons and get squazed." He got
a punch for his impudence.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

A misery old fellow has hit upon
an experiment to save candles. He
uses the light of other days.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

A Tilted chemist finds love to be
composed of fifteen parts of gold, three
of fame and two Of affection.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

The woman who never interfered
with her husbands affairs arrived in
town the other day. She is unmarri-
ed
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

In Switzerland, no less than twenty
thousand women earn a livelihood by
making watches.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02
KISSING.

NIOSIINNs
There is something in a kiss,
Although we can't reveal it,
Which never comes amiss.
Not even when we steal it.
Pm we'll convinced there is
A certain something in it;
For though single kiss.
We wisely strive to win it.
There's something in o kiss,
If nothing else would prove it,
1t might be proved by this,
All honest people love it.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

No family should be without a
County Newspaper. Impress this fact
upon youyaeishbos.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

Snow is two feet deep on the noun.
tains above Saratoga.
The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-12-02

A CURE FOR SCRoFuLA.--The Cincin.
natl Commercial publishes the follow.
ing communication from Nicholas
Longworth, the great wine manulat.
turer of that city:
All the papers had giving the cure
for scroiula, have been distributed to
persons sending for the remedy. |
have never heard of a case where it
did not effect speedy cure, and it can
in no case do an injury. In several
instances, where it has been applied
to old sores, it has also speedily atec-
ted perfect cures. Put one ounce Of
aquatortis in a bowl, or saucer; drop in
two copper cents it will etlervesce
leave the cents in; when the eher-
vesconce ceases, add two ounces Of
strong vinegar. The luid will be a
dark green coir' 1t shodfl and will
smart. II to9Fscvere, put in little
rain water, Apply it to the sore'
morning and evening, by a soft brush
Of rag. Before applying it, wash the
sore with water. Its first application
known to me, was "a poor girl, sent to
our city from Memphis, TO have her
leg cut of, as it was feared she might
not live long enough to have it cut of
in that hot climate. She was refused
admitta..ce to the poor house, and
was lying on the sidewalk, as she
could not even stand up. p.-From her
knee to her foot one third Of the flesh
was gone, and all the skin, except II
strip about two inches wide. She
was laid on a bed, and the remedy
placed on chair by it. She could
rise up and apply it. Ina few days
her peace Of mind returned, and she
declared it was getting well. 1t was
supposed it was relief from the pain
only; but when examined, fresh flesh
was growing, and skin over it. She
was soon running about, and would
work, which delayed the entire cure,
leaving a small sore, which was in
few months entirely healed. Ayoung
girl, with scrofula in her neck, hav-
ing large open hole, and deemed in
durable, came one month after entire
ly cured, and recently married, and is
now with her husband, on their way
to the east. have known many more
similar cases, and have never known
a case where it did not effect a cure.
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