The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1861-07-10


I some months after she came there was a
mystery about her Every Tuesday even-
ing she disappeared. We tried to watch
her but in vain. She was always off by
nine P. NJ and was away all night, coming
back next day wearied, and all over mud,
as If she had travelled far. She slept all
next day. This went on for some months,
and, we could make nothing of it. Poor,
deai creature, she looked at as wistfully
when we came in, as if she would have
, told Us if she could, and was especially
| fond though tired. Well, one day | was
walking across the Grassmarket, with Wy
lie at my heels, when two shepherds starts
ed, and, looking at her, one said, "Thai's
her, that's the wonderful wee bitch that
naebody kens." | asked him what he
meant, and he told me that for months past
she had made her appearance by The first
daylight at the 'buchts," or sheep pens, in
the cattle market, and worked necessarily,
and TO excellent purpose, in helping the
shepherds to gel their sheep and lambs in.
The men said, with sort of transport,
'.She's pet!ect meeracle-hees about like
sPeerit, and never gangs wrong-wears
but never grups, an beats a our dowgs.-
She's a perfect meeracle, and as soople
as mawkin." Then he related how they
all knew her, and said, "There's that We
ieel yin; wee'll get them in noo." They
tried TO coax her TO stop and be caught, but
no; she was gentle but off; and for many
that I'VE feel yin" was spoken OF by those
rough fellows. She continued this amateur
work Til she died, which she did in peace"
A SIMPLE DOG.
We Go not intend 10 quote more about
dogs; bus is there not something al once
very absurd and very touching about this:
"PncE had 10 the end of life implicitly
which was quite touching. Que summer
day, dog day, when all dogs found stray
ing were hauled away to the police office
and killed off in twenties with strychnine, |
met Puck troting along Princes street, with
policeman, rope round his neck; he
looking up to the fatal, official, but kindly
counlenance, in the most artful and cheerful
manner, wagging his tail and trotiing along.
next world for am one of these who be-.
lieve dogs have next world-and why aol!
Puck ended his days as the best dog in
Roxburgshire. Piaetde quisscas."
A SCOTTISH PASTOR "uNcLE EBEEEzER"
Perhaps we could find nowhere a more
quiet and graceful picture, without any ex-
aggeralion or straining for effect, than the
touching and beautiful character of "Uncle
Eoenezer," the welI.known pastor al In
verkeilhing. 1t is little to say that such
things as this give a lruer insight INFO the
life and nature OF certain class OF Scotch
divines :han any amour; OF lives and church
histories. sd
"Uncle Ebenezer flowed per sahum he
was always good and sanity, but he was
great once a week. Six days he brooded
over his message, was silent, withdrawn,
self-involved On the Sabbath, that DOWN
cast, almost timid man, who Stunned men,
the instant he was in the pulpit stood up a
son oil thunder Such voice such pier.
cling eye such an inevitable forefnger,
held ont Trembling with the terrors of the
Lord such power of asking questions,
his hearers, and then answering them him
self with an "Ah sirsw that thrilled and
qHivered from him TO them.
Nothing was more beautiful than my faith
, er's admiration and emotion when listening
to his uncle's rapt passages, or than his
chiidlike faith in my fathers exegetical
prowress. He used to have list OF diff
] cult passages ready for "ny nephew )" and
the moment the oracle gave decision, The
old man asked him TO repeat it, and then
look a permanent note of IL, and would
assuredly preach it some day with his own
proper unction and power. One story of
him must give. Uncle Ebenezer,
with all his mildness and complaisance,
was, like most of the Browns, tsnar PROPOSE
Il, firm 10 obstinacy.
He had established week day sermon
al the North Ferry, about two miles from
his own town, lnyerkeilhing. Ii was,
think, on the Tuesdays. 1t was winter, and
wild, drifting and dangerous day his
daughters-his wife was Gead-besought
him moi to go he smiled vaguely, but con-
tinued getting into his big coat. Nothing
would stay him, and away he and the pony
stumbled through the dumb and binding
snow. He was half way on his journey,
and had got out the sermon he was going
10 preach, and was utterly insensible to the
outward storm his pony getting his feet
baLed, staggered about, and at last upset the
master and himself into The ditch at the
roadside. The feeble, needless, rapt old
man might have perished there, had not
some carters, bringing up whisky casks
from the ferry, seen the catastrophe and