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Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17
Mistellanrous.
From the New York Weekly Dispatch.
BREAD UPON THE WATERS.
Br HkLEs FOREST GRAVES.

IL was gloomy room, in a crowded
tenement house, low, narrow, and un-
wholesome. and pale-faced child was
ITS only inmate. She was a confirmed
invalid-you might trace that in her hol-
low cheeks and the strange, unnatural
lustre of her large blue eyes-the flame
OF life was burning low on the altar of
her childish being, vel here she was alone.
The old arm chair in which she reclined
with one or two pillows, and a rude pine
box was the soie support of her tiny blue
yeined feet. There was no carpet on the
mouldering floor, and in more than one
place door and window had yielded to the
remorseless brand of decay, and present
ed most dilapidated aspect. Yet all
the scanty furniture was arranged as
neatly as possible, and there was even
some faint attempts at taste, as in biz of
gaily-colored chiniz spread over the
child's fooistool, and a solitary flower
placed in the window seat, where the sun.
beams could touch IFS emeraled leaves.
That flower! it had been poor Katy's
companion long. Its royal beauty and
luxurlance seemed strangely out of place
In The squalid low-ceiled room. il grew
and fiourished in the velvet sod of Ben
demee's stream. And little Katy Law
back in her comfortless chair, and looked
al the splendid rose which quivered like
a ruby drop among the leaves, and watch-
ed the sunlight writing its golden mess
age on the crimson folds of the blossom
with vague feeling of wonder.
1t was so strange that the radiant sun.
whose glory lay on marble pillars and
stately dwellings far away, should come
80 peep into her lonely room.
"is that you, Jamie2" said she softly.
as the door opened, and boy of twelve
came in.
"fes. Doyou feel any better, Katy?
Are you tired of being left alonel"
And the boy looked ,euderly into her
blue eyes, and parted the auburn hair
from her forehead, with loving touch.
"Not very, but there is such weary
aching around my heart, and sometimes
II seems all on FIRE. How cool your hand
feels, Jamie2"
"Never mind, Katy, I've been saving
WOOD and earned whole quarter, and
an gong to lay out in apples and oranges
to seli down town. I'll make a mint of
money, and 4hea won't we have good
supper whea mother comes home from
works | shouldn't wonder if we have
bit of cake and bunch of grapes over
and above the medicine the dispensary
doctor ordered for you."
Katy smiled and shook her head. as
ifdePreciating the piece of extravaganza.
"Yes, We will, Katy" resumed her
brother; saint often we tas;e anything
but dry bread and cheese, and haven't
forgotten that its your birthday, sis
you're ten years old to-day. Besides you
need something to put shade of color
into those cheeks; the doctor said you
must have something to tempt your ap-
petite"
He bent down to kiss the marble FORE
head as he spoke.
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17
ARTESIAN WELLS.

The auger in the Artesian Well in the
Capital Square, Columbus, has penetra
ted the earth some 500 feet, over SOC
feet of which is blue limestone rock
The rock has become softer than wher
first struck, and the well has now settled
at the rate of from eight to ten feet pei
day. Biologists suppose the limestone
strata at Columbus TO be about 1000 feel
thick. Water in the well now comes ur
to within % feet of the surface.
The boring is done by steam, and the
process is simple. A heavy iron chisel,
with blunt steel edge 5 3-8 in width,
is attached to an iron rod weighing about
400 pounds, by socket and screw the
remainder of the shaft is of ash, some
two inches in diameter, in pieces 12 or
Is feet in length, the whole screwed to.
gather. This shaft is lifted by the en-
CINE 18 inches when it drops, and the
churning motion goes on, the shaft be-
ing slowly turned by the hand to give
the well circular form. When neces.
sary TO change the chisel or to pump out
The water and pulverized rock, the shat
ting Is raised by the engine, each Sec
lion unscrewed as the joint reaches the
surface, the whole being taken out in a
few moments. A copper tube is used to
pump out the well. The work was COM
menced on the Columbus well in No
vember last.
At the paper mills in the vicinity of
Delaware, some thirty miles north of
Columbus, an abundant supply of water
has been obtained at depth of less than
800 feet. The water rises some fifteen
feet above the surface. At Toledo, Ar
tesian Wells are also successful institu-
tions, furnishing full supplies of clear,
pure water, reached at depth of from
rs to l2O feet, and in most places pour
ing out of the surface pipes in large
streams. The Blade says il will not be
long until the whole city is supplied
with water in this manner. At lafayette
Indiana, The experiment of an Artesian |
Well is being made at the expense of the
city. At the depth of 116 feet, after
penetrating limestone strata, the au
ger tapped a subterranean reservoir,
which immediately filed the well to the
surface. The Courier says the Arabs in
the desert could not have been more de-
lighted with the sight of water than were
the citizens Of Lafayette.
This country he's the deepest Artesiau
Well in the world, and the boring is still
going on. II is the well sunk at the Su-
gar Refinery of Belcher & Brothers, in
St. Louis, and is now $500 feet deep,
being three hundred feet deeper than
hat of Msssrs. Dupont, at their Paper
siill in Louisville, which is said to be
he next deepest on the globe.
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17
NO.

The shortest word in the language 10
the hardest for some persons to use.-
Some people are so constituted that il 10
utterly impossible 10 pronounce a small
but important word of two letters, and
this inability has led to their utter ruin.
Indeed, most of US have at one time or
another been sufferers from sudden re-.
fusal Of the lips to form that little word
NO. A bright-eyed, viyacious young
damsel waits on you with subscription
book and pencil ready to enter your
name. She is canvassing for a new
periodical, charity, fair and supper
it don't matter whst-and she wants
your name and cash. You abominals
the periodical as trash, areconvinced that
the charity is humbug. and thorough
ly despise the object for which the fair
and supper is got up. but you can't. for
the life of you, say No to the appeal Of
that pleasant voice and those sparkling
eyes, and you are done at once out Of
cash, and your good temper for the nexs
hour.
Jones rushes into your Office. He
wants your attention for q moment to .
trifing matter. He has a note that be
wants discounted. The cashier requires
another name to it; will be all right you
know; taken up as soon as due; never
hear from it again. You can't say No.
and SO you place.your name on the fatal
piece of paper. Sixty days are gone.
and so is Jones. The paper you do hear
from again, but Jones you don't. That
word of two letters, used in the righ.
place, would have saved good many
hard dollars.
Every one OF our readers can recall
times where ths use of the little word
would have saved much trouble, morti6-
cation and loss. In view Of the general
inability to pronounce the word at the
right time, would it not be well 10 estab-9
Iish classes in our Public Schools for the
especial purpose of practicing this ex-
pressive monosyllable?-Cisyeiand Her
I'D
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17

pleasures, proved the stepping stone 10
my princely wealth. Sir, was rag
ged, friendless boy, but my heart treasur-
ed up your kind words as priceless jew
els; but now the time has come when
may, in some measure, repay them with
interest"
The old man moved his pale lips as
though he would speak: the banker re-
sumed instantly.
81 am alone in the world; my mother
is dead, and my little sister, whose last
words were of your kindness, has gone
years ago to her eternal home. | owe
everything to you. And now have a
favor to ask"
"A favor, and of mel"
"That you will henceforth allow me 10
provide for you, and consider me as your
son. My carriage is at the door, and will
take you wheresoever you wish to co.
But, moment first.
He took iiny volume from his breast,
bound in faded velvet, with claspings oi
tarnished gilt.
"This book was my dead sisters Bible;
it lay on her pillow when she died, and
since that hour has been my constant
companion. There is passage here that
has ever been present 10 my mind since
your kind deed gave hope and courage tc
my life.''
He opened the volume, and, through a
soft mist of grateful tears, the old man
read he Scripture words
Cast thy bread upon tile acaters; for
thou shall Jfnd it ctter many days.
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17
Doerp
OLD FRIENDS TOGETHER.

Oh. time is sweet, when roses meet,
With springs sweet breath around them;
And sreet the time when hearts are lost.
II those who love have found them;
And sweet the mind that still can fnd
star in darkest weather
But nought can be so sweet to see
As old friends meet together.
Those days Of old, when youth was bold,
And time stole wings to speed it,
And youth ne'er knew how fast time nsu,
Or knowing, did not heed it,
Though grey each brow that meets US now,
{Fsr age hrings wintry weather,)
let nought can be so sweet to see
AZ those old friends together.
The few long known whom years have shown,
With heart that friendship bIesses;
hand 10 cheer. perchance tear
To soothe a friends distresses,
Who helped and tried, still side by side,
friend to face bad weather
Oh. thus may we yet joy to see
And meet old friends together.
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17

AT yonder desk, TO the right of the
chair, sits brave old Sam Houston, the
hero Of countless battle-felds. You
would recognize him almost anywhere,
by his outlandish style of dress and &C.
centric appearance.
Every gray hair on his head is at war
with is next neighbor. A neckerchief Of
scarlet silk is tied carelessly about his
throat, with the bow somewhere under
his ear. and gay blue silk vest, spot.
ted with yellow, entirely hides the linen.
His fingers are blazing with huge rings
of every hue and pattern and he is whit
tling away at slip of pine wood with
an immense jack knife, while another
Senator talks to him in a low, anxious
voice.
Sturdy old Sam Houston! Would
there we're many like thee in our national
councils!
Leaning against one of the richly vein
ed pillars, is the portly figure of John P
Hale, the acknowledged wit of the Sen.
ate. He is a favorite with every one
even the fiery Southerner can but smile
at his genial jokes, and yield to the charm
of his perfect good humor! The snowy
harvest of years is already gathering OF
bis head, but.the fire of his eye and flex
lie play of his lips still retain the energy
of youth.
There's nothing like laughing at peo
pie in a good-natured way; and the pro
foundest debator in Congress doesn't re-
ceive half the attention that is accorded
to Hale when the foodgates of his rail
lery are opened, and his bon mots fly like
sparks all over the Senate Chamber.
Mrs. GEORGE WASHINGTON WYLLYs.
WASHINGTON. D. c., February. 1853
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17

The Rev. DIR. B., of Philadelphis
is noted for brief sententious sayings.
in the pulpit and out of it. As he WAS
coming down Chestnut street the other
day, gentleman asked him, Sir can
you tell me how to End the Sherif's of
fee . yes sir was the reply, Every
time yoa earn five dollars spend ten r.
Saying this, the Doctor walked on. lssv-
ing his questiouer gspping on the sids-
walk. y - 80
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17
THE LEVIATHAN.

The great ship is launched, fairly
afoat. and getting in her new.machinery.
No single enterprise Of this sort has
ever attracted more general attention
and interest. We have had our laugh
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17

There is as much difference between
good poetry and fine verses. as between
the smell of flower garden and per.
tuners shop.
Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-03-17
tFrom the Atlantic Monthiy.l
D DAYBREAK,


wind came up out OF the sea,
And said, 20 mists, make room for mel"
1t hailed the ships and cried. "sail on,
fe narinersi the night is gone"
And hurried landEard far away,
Crying. "Arskel it is the day."
1t 10 said unto the forest, "shoutI
Hang all your ieafy banners outI"
1t touched the wood-bird's folded wing.
And said, 20, bird, awake and sing"
And DER the farms, 80, chanticIeer,
Your clarion blow the day is nearP
1t whispered to the fields Of corn,
Bow down and hail the coming mornr'
Il shouted through the belfry's tower,
awake. o, belli proclaim the hourip
ltcrossed the churchyard with sigh,
And said, "Not yet in quiet Iiel''
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-12-17

MRs. SrowE's New SERIAL. The
reading public viii be glad to learn that
she story, entitled The Ministers Woo
ing" commenced in the Atlantic Month
ly for December, is the bcginnins of Il Sc
rial novel from the pen Of Mrs. Harriet
Rccchcr Stowe and that portions of it
will appear from month to month until
it is completed. The story is marked by
all the characteristics of style and spirit
which have made the authors former
works so famous. The scene is laid in
New England Immediately after the Rev.
olution, the period when all that was
most simple, quaint and peculiar in char.
acter and manner, was in full force. 1t
was the era before railroads, steamships.
lightning presses, fashionable churches,
and fashionable clergymen. in short,
the good old times of which the present
generation have so often heard. We
look forward to see mastery portrait of
Puritan life sketched in this romance
However, it is not necessary to do moro
than to announce Tie fact: an author whose
name and works are known in more than
thirty languages, and whose two novels
have reached sale of more than eigh,
hundred thousand volumes in this country
alone, will not surely want for readers.
We shall look for the coming numbers OF
1.-The Minister'S Wooing" with grct
interest
The Boston Transcript says this
Will the publishers send us the December
number so that we can say as much ?
Ed. American.
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-12-17
MURDER by DEPUTY U. S. MAI

MURDER by DEPUTY u. S. MAR
sHAL Much excitement has been crea.
ted at Detroit and Port Huron, Michigan,
and at Port Sarnia, by the deliberate
shooting of Capt. Jones, of the American
brig Concord, while she lay in Huron
river, on the Canada side, by Deputy U.
S. Marshal Tyler. Of Detroit, on the 29th
ult. The Port Huron Press Of the Goth
gives the following version of the affair ::
THE brig Concord, about the middle
of last month, ran into the propeller Cen
eral Taylor, on Lake Superior, for which
she had been libelcd. She was moored
on the Canada side, probably hoping to
elude the U. S. Marshal until she could
get iato Buffalo and discharge her cargo.
About two o'clock this morning tug
boat came up the river to where the brig
lay, and the captain sad he desired to lay
alongside. Capt. Jones, Of the brig, for
bid the lines oftug being attached to his
vessel, at the same time taking an ak n
his hand and threatening to cut the lines
if they were attached to the brig. At
this point Tyler boarded the brig and
said he was the United States Marshal.
and that the first man who resisted him
was dead man. Capt. Jones replied
that he was captain Of that vessel, and
that she was on British soil. Tyler in.
start tantly fired, ana Capt Jones fell to
the deck. The ball entered one side of
the head just back ofthc eye, and pass
ed entirely through the head. Capt.
Jones survived the shot about an hour
and half.
The Marshal did not say that he had
anJ process for the vessel, nor did Cap.
tain Jones offer any personal violence to
him. 1t seems to have been an act of
coldb oodcd murder without provocation
or mitigating circumstances.
Tyler immediately crossed over to
Port Huron and gave himself up to an
other U. S. Deputy Marshal, who took
him to Detroit. Capt. Jones is spoken
of as most estimable man, and leaves a
wife and one child to mourn his untime-
ly death. Had Tyler not Immediately
been taken from the locolity, it is be-
lievcd he would have been lynched. 1t
is said that he is now held in custody un-
til he can be claimed by the Canadian
so 'ernment, uader the provisions of the
A shhurton treaty
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-12-17
Opinions of the Press Oh the McS-
sage.

The message is thoroughly pro-slavery
in its character. Lccomptonism, that
worst result of the re-openins of the
slavery agitation by the democracy, is
endorsed over and over again by the man
who has seen it kicked by all parties,
and who has heard It denounced 10y such
democrats as Douglas and Hammond, the
nation shouting approval Of all that they
said. He makes the extraordinary as
scrton that his deep convictions of
duty" he could not have done othcrwis e
han support the Locompton He must
have some extraordinary ideas of duty"
and depth" when he can thus deliber-
ately talk to the nation and It's represcn-
tatiyes, considering that he was not
only committed to popular Sovereignty
with which Lecomptonism was fatty at
war. but that he declared the whole case
to be an exceptional one. There is some
thing very shabby in the Presidents
conduct = Boston Traveller.
Mr.. BucHANAN's MEsSAGE.-It is
impossible to speak favoraby Of Mr. Bu-
ehanan' S annual Message, which we lay
before our readers in this sheet. 1t has
no largeness of scope-nonc of those
comprehensive views, that grave regard
to equity and justice, tn 1t subord'natlon
of netty interests to consideration of the
general good-which make alike the
dignity and wisdom of a government
Instead of these, we have elaborate apol-
ogies for past acts of folly and I'M 'stlc''
petty expelients for recovering lost pop
ularlty, timil concessions to local inter-
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-12-17
]1uttrll.
From the Portland Transcript
I'll HE OLD-F HON FIRE.
BY DR.. J. HAYNES.

You may talk of the comforts Of home,
Your parlors, piauos--settees-
OF the fashions and baubles that foam,
To dazzle enchant and to please;-
OF the stove and its heat when it SHOWS
And its pipe that you so much admire,
But for counting and toasting my toes,
Why, give US the old-fashion fire.
When the winter and tompests arrive,
And the gay summer hours are gone;
When tho cold searching winds ever strive,
And through the drear woods ever moan;
When the labor and toiling shall cease,
And Eve sweeps the strings of the Tyre;
And when friendship and love meet in peace,
Then, give me the d-fashion fire
1t is frisid and cherries to see,
(And no matter where we may rove,
If DER continents, oceans and sea-
A fire boxed up in u stove!
You may talk Of economy's skill,
And dangers that never prove dire;
But endurance and health it will kill,
So give US tho old fashion FIRE!
How inviting and merry the sight
OF the old-fashion chimney place;
When the frcwood laughs and gives light,
And throws out its arms to embr>ce'
How cheering and sweet TO behold,
Tho little ones that We admire,
As they gaze, and laugh at the stories told,
And sit by the old d-fashion FIRE!
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-12-17

possessing ourselves of the property of
our neighbors--in short, tissue Of all
the vulgarities of power when admins
tered by men of narrow minds. selfish
instincts and low arms. We do not
recollect message from any Of our Presi
dents to which the disparaging epithct
of pettifogginy could be so aptly applied.
Evening Post.
Nothing. now, can save the country
from absolute baalsrutcy and ruin, strife
at home. and war abroad, but the firm
ness of Congress in resis in5 these mad
schemes of the President.
The same intense excitement which
now agitates this city. will be felt in
every part of the country, as this incen-
Diary m sssage is read. The same alarm
which is seen on every face in Washing
ton will be witnessed everywhere in the
United States. The sentiment that the
country is in danger, will be universal
and with the worst consequences, as we
apprehcnd, to all interests which depend
upon public confidence Washington
Republic.
The President says that the Kansas
question has become quieted but it
seems he could not permit it to subside
without again introducing into his ofiici-
al communication to Congress false and
garblcd history of transactions in that
Territory-made up for the purpose Of
concealing or palliat:ng the partisan con-
duct Of his own administration, which has,
throughout the whole controversy, re-
pressed as far as possible the progress ol
freedom. The reader will perceive at
once the determined Misrepresentation
by which the President places the Free
State men of Kansas in the wrong, and
in effect justifes the border ruffian usur-
pations ard Lecompton iniquities of the
pro-slavery fiction, by assuming and sus.
tanning the legality of their measures.
Bangor Wing.
THE PRESIDENTS MESSAGE, Which
!umbers the columns of this paper, is a
disgrace to the country as wella to its
author. We speak of that portion of i,
which relates to Kansas and the politi
cal questions Of the day. Buchanan has
the right, like any other man, to feel the
sting Of conscience and 20 vent his spleen
at these people who choose to differ from
him in politics;-he has the right to feel
sore at the repeated expressions of con.
demnation which the people of the coun.
try and particularly Of his own State have
recently given against his administration;
but he has no right to pour ou. his vial>
of gall and bitterness upon people more
honest and decent than himself in an
official document = Jeffersonian.